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Unnamed-dmsl - Fairy Fawn - Tumblr Blog
Hay, sa una ra jud diay tanan.
Why is he kinda...something
aha na mani si Charles abi kay nawala na si wbp, wa naman pud ning balik🙁
My brain is tired.
“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find - is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”
— Beau Taplin, Hunting Season
Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
tears of joy and feeling seen.
“What began as a simple conversation, ended in love.”
— Mark Anthony
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “Memoirs of Martynov,”
rocksteady
Always not good enough
fawn
![[ID: YOUNG DEER / At the sharp bend in the forest path / where I had seen her with her mother / she was there, all gangly adolescence / and liquid eyes and high white tail, / but alone, it being the time of year / when deer send forth their young / and start the cycle over: a gray shadow / of solitude barely visible in the trees, / she stared at me. I stared back at her. / The moment was as still as death. / Then I put my hands atop my head / to mimic ears, and waved at her. / She started. I thought she would run. / And she did. But not away—towards me— / I think now I saw a hungry urgency / about her eyes, a startled longing, or / perhaps I just imagined that I recognized / a common yearning. She stopped short / a few yards from me, looked at me / sidewides, one great dark eye filling / with recognition. A shudder. Then / she was gone, tail white in the brush. / But then she turned again and stared. / And stood quite still, as I did, and then / took a dozen dainty steps towards me / until she stood, breathing hard, not / ten feet away. If I thought I understood / what had brought her near before— / an orphan's sharp wild hope—everything / was alien this time, I have no idea why / she chose to come back and stand staring / at me once she knew I was a stranger. / It was something about love, I think. / Something about walking through fear.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c86f9497bd4944b66e7a28fdfd4f4eea/d1fd40a09ec661c6-13/s500x750/6f3b0a600b0be9cd3fdf1171efa32221d8518cdc.jpg)
Sanctuary, Patricia Monaghan
“I always find my thoughts wandering back to you.”
— Unknown
What do you want me to do?
Probably nothing, but be happy.
Random conversation with a stranger on the internet
from The Crown Ain’t Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib
My younger self deserved more than what I gave.
he fit so perfectly into the love story i imagined for myself that i mistook him for the love of my life.
“Some people hate the thought of being alone. I’m not like that. I love my solitude. I’m kind to myself. My feelings don’t get hurt. My energy’s not leeched. And it’s very peaceful.”
— Unknown
Feeling safe in someone's energy is a different type of intimacy. That peace of mind and security is very underrated and I cannot emphasize this enough.
:(
I don't think you ever wanted to know me.
Not the way I wanted to know you.
“The universe created you for a reason, now go out there and find out what it is.”
— Nikita Gill