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canette0 · 2 years
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You will meet many types of people in your life. You will meet delicate flowers, raging oceans, quiet forests, towering mountains, and colourful skies. You will meet thunderstorms, you will meet lightning. They will knock you down, they will leave you breathless. You will meet sunrises, you will meet gardens. They will give you light, they will take you on adventures. Explore them. Get lost with them. They all have something to teach you. 
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canette0 · 2 years
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i wish to disappear into an enchanted forest, full of faeries, roses and cherry trees.
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canette0 · 3 years
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this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.
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canette0 · 3 years
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the feeling when a book fucks you up so hard you have to put it down and take a break because your emotional threshold has reached it's limit
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canette0 · 3 years
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I’m craving small acts of intimacy, like waking up next to someone and just spending the morning in bed with them
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canette0 · 3 years
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canette0 · 3 years
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Imagine: a forest clearing and a cottage. you’re drying herbs and your favorite record is playing on your record player. you’ve got muffins in the oven, and a gentle breeze is coming through the windows. you’re happy, and everything is right.
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canette0 · 3 years
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canette0 · 3 years
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The air smells like flower, the sun is soft on my skin and every time there’s a gust of wind my garden is showered in white petals.
Take a deep breath everyone.
We’re gonna be ok.
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Nancy Fouts Birth of Venus, without Venus (After Boticelli, Birth of Venus) 2013
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canette0 · 3 years
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when the sky is a certain color and you’re outside and your entire being aches
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