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i wasn’t supposed to be a person i should be a well-loved mug or a worn paperback book or a favorite hoodie or a keychain plushie or something

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“Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face.”

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– Juansen Dizon

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hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone

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— m.r.

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A Persian poem

“Zendagi az tu, marg az man Rahaati az tu, narahaati az man Khushi az tu, ghaam az man Hama chiz az tu Wale tu az man.”

“Life is yours, death is mine Peace is yours, stress is mine Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine Everything is yours, but you are mine.”

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miriam adeney

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

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May the Gods help you fall in love with being human and experiencing the mundane once more

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it's not exactly that we learn to love a person, but the more we learn about them, the more our love grows. love comes naturally, without force and that makes it even more beautiful: i can't help but love you

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no tail to wrap around someone. no claws to knead into anything. no way to purr. not even whiskers. we are fucked as a species.

#cathybrid at heart

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you're the dried flower between the pages of my favourite book

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I kept it in me, that's how my soul got eaten.

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Could willingly waste my time in it.

#this is what home looks like to me