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icelandictale · 2 years
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love notes ♡. x
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icelandictale · 2 years
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yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now
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icelandictale · 2 years
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i romanticize mundane things ab life too much i was watching a lecture for my animal behavior class and the prof mentioned that songbirds migrate at night guided in direction by the stars and i had to take a moment and pause the vid like oh songbirds look at the stars......
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icelandictale · 2 years
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bein able to reblog posts of deleted tumblr accounts is absolutely the best feature here
its feels like dragging a corpse around through a bacchanal along with its legacy
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icelandictale · 2 years
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Garlic powder & onion powder are literally like two beautiful twin sisters brushing eachothers long hair at the lake by moonlight one last time before they both walk into the forest and kill themselves
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icelandictale · 2 years
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From the Wikipedia page on loons
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icelandictale · 2 years
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I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.
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icelandictale · 2 years
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it's Their night...
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icelandictale · 2 years
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i am simply holding my joys in all their little ways and it is starting to form a life around me 
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icelandictale · 2 years
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you know who would serve absolute cunt at the met gala? megamind.
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icelandictale · 2 years
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icelandictale · 2 years
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the dream: picking strawberries from your garden, slicing them up, and baking a lovely pie, gifting slices to your neighbors
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icelandictale · 2 years
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Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself
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icelandictale · 2 years
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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
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icelandictale · 2 years
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“Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.”
Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace
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