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they should invent a bus that never gets stuck in traffic because it's on its own path separated from the roads. and then chain multiple of them together and put it on rails. has anyone had this idea before.
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Stolen Grace
You free yourself when you’re tied to me.
My words soothe your every need,
Like a gentle summer breeze…
The warmth you crave and the love you seek,
You find in me.
It seems so simple, fair, and true
The same rest you found in me,
I could also find in you.
Except, when my hands reach out,
You choose to close your arms
And walk away.
Barely breathing, I let you sway,
While you exhale the light
I freely gave away.
The grace you kept as if your own
Now lingers like a borrowed throne.
Though depleted and alone,
The love I kept when you let go
Now holds me like a home I built alone.
The silence you left behind,
I stitched into walls
And called it mine.
[insert_heartbreak_here]
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“Just in case you have forgotten today: You matter. You are loved. You are worthy. You are magical.”
— Unknown
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Verena Kast, The Dynamics of Symbols: Fundamentals of Jungian Psychotherapy
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Friday, June 20, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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“I am thankful for my struggle because without it, I wouldn’t have stumbled upon my strength.”
— Alexandra Elle
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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
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He has also set eternity in their heart, without the possibility that mankind will find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end.
THE EXISTENTIAL PARADOX OF LIFE

🌌 “He has also set eternity in their heart, without the possibility that mankind will find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. Ecc * * *
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He doesn’t just walk into the room—
he arrives in my chest,
soft as breath,
loud as longing.
When he smiles,
it’s not just his lips that move—
it’s something in me,
something tender and hidden,
that reaches out
and dares to bloom.
There’s a gravity to the way he loves,
pulling me in with quiet certainty,
like the moon pulling tides—
effortless,
inevitable,
sacred.
When his hand brushes mine,
the world slows,
like even time wants to stay
a little longer
in our orbit.
I don’t just want him—
I want the way I feel
when he looks at me
like I’m both the question
and the answer
he’s been searching for.
With him,
love doesn’t feel like a risk—
it feels like a homecoming.
Like I’ve been walking forever
and finally found
the arms I was always meant
to rest in.
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