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thepersonalquotes · 3 days
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dominating-dino · 3 days
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ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ is my urge to study ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ
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iambrillyant · 9 hours
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“you’ve outgrown it for a reason. it isn’t by your side anymore because the weight of your steps need to be felt differently, it doesn’t feel as familiar as it used to because you’re not the same person you used to be, you lost grip of it because it was never yours to begin with.”
— iambrillyant
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cerleansky · 10 months
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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lone-nyctophile · 7 months
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- Beau Taplin
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art-mybeloved · 2 months
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i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.
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vodkatales · 9 months
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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ojibwa · 4 months
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michealsays · 7 months
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I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
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thepersonalquotes · 2 days
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dark-romantics · 9 months
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someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human
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missinyouiskillingme · 6 months
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lone-nyctophile · 7 months
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becherdireinen · 4 months
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A soul-to-soul connection is worth the wait. Your soulmate will recognize you, befriend you & love you. They will be your best friend, lover & safe space. They will grow with you mentally, emotionally & physically. They will want to evolve with you in every dimension & level up.
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2armsnaheartbeat · 8 months
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deadlypoetacademia · 8 months
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handwritten letters, old libraries, vintage aesthetic, neck kisses, coffee shops, rainy days, annotated books, unorganised bookshelf, fictional crushes, sleep deprived eyes, love poems for moon
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