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You don’t have to do a lot in Dubrovnik, just walk around and enjoy it.
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help me god. ok bye
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anyway wheres my dark academia, academic competitors, enemies to lovers arc?????
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[text ID: This is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold. /end ID]
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Library at Strawberry Hill House [danielapardor/ig]
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Olga Broumas, Beginning with O; “Love Lines”
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Antonio de La Gandara - Portrait de madame René Préjelan (detail), ca. 1903
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Interior of a Gothic Protestant Church (1692) oil on oak panel by Emanuel de Witte
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all too well (ten minute version) - taylor swift
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The whole of life has to do with the beloved; he is to be found everywhere, in everyone and everything.
Ruth Burrows, Ascent to Love: The Spiritual Teaching of St. John of the Cross
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Maybe my mother cut the God out of me when I was two in my playpen. Is it too late, too late to open the incision and plant Him there again?
— Is It True?, Anne Sexton. From The Awful Rowing Toward God.
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Look and see how Nature and Scripture are yoked together. Wherever you turn your eyes, there is God’s symbol.
St. Ephrem the Syrian
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"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"
— Bridgett Devoue
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. . . the act of knowing can also be an act of wounding.
Dennis Patrick Slattery, The Wounded Body: Remembering the Markings of Flesh
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