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In the middle of living yesterday I realised that I was mentally chiding myself; scared that if I smile to much, It'll all disappear.

Happy Halloween!!

Lorde and Hozier didn't have the right to get me dancing or screaming in my room all the time. I need to have self control

Reasons to live: lonely edition

watching the sunset outside your window

practicing your favorite musical instrument

making delicious meals and feeling like a chef

trying out pinterest ideas

writing new daily routines to improve yourself

learning a new language or reading books on niche subjects

reading every morning in your cozy reading spot

going on evening drives and blaring your sunset playlist

walking in your city to find cute cafes and secret gems

picking a new artistic or sporty hobby to pour your heart into

doing really fun workouts to songs you love

dressing up in cute outfits or makeup looks without going out

drawing pictures and quotes for your wall

getting a film camera and taking candid pictures

sitting in the park and people-watching

searching for small reasons to regain faith in humanity and life

doing something special for yourself each weekend

petting your cat or dog

or petting neighbourhood cats that wander into your garden

the wistful beauty of watching things & people from the distance

buying flowers for yourself

growing cute potted plants like succulents

film marathons and netflix marathons with ice cream

feeling like a lonely indie film character

dancing by yourself

trying different tea flavors

writing poetry about your solitude

write surreal stories inspired by weird dreams

noticing stuff most other people are too busy to notice

befriending your loneliness and yourself

find beautiful stuff to appreciate every day & write them down

writing detailed diary entries even if nothing happens

spending so long inside that sunlight feels like a hug from the universe

appreciating tiny warmths more, like soup, tea, blankets and songs

Middle of the night or early in the morning? Rain or sunshine? Grey or black? Evening strolls with background music or forgetting time at a club? Black n white or all shades of grey? Love at first sight or pining for a "hey"?

And most importantly, Orlando Bloom in Pirates or in LOTR?

fck zodiac signs i wanna know - hardcover or paperback? top bunk or bottom? podcasts or audiobooks? morning or evening showers?

Adding colours and glitters to the fairy dust... 🧚‍♂️🪄

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here’s some fairy dust to everyone who is struggling with problems but trying their best to stay soft-hearted and determined ✩

Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best life.

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“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

And though you're dead and gone, believe me

Your memory will carry on....

What do I want?

I want to be a mystery, yet be known

I want to be together, yet alone

Is it too much to ask, To be famous yet unknown?

To be a wanderer, yet have a home?

My insecurity makes me sick,

Yet my confidence makes me thick

Can I be harmless, yet grip the stick,

Be completely smooth yet have a nick?

Can I live in a lie, yet be true

Can I be unique, yet so like you?

Have no control, yet know what to do?

Can I be ugly, yet beautiful too?

Answer me, I need your help,

Can you help me or someone else?

I need your help, can't you see,

Are you even listening to me?

by: Kara Douglas

Now all of my oceans have riptides..

It’s okay that we didn’t collect souvenirs or that we never had time to pull it all together in a way that made sense to anyone else but us.

The thing I realize is that it’s not what you take, it’s what you leave.

Death suddenly shook and tossed in sleep, and the dream vanished.

For a brief moment Death had fallen asleep and dreamt of life.

-Nikos Kazantzakis

Somedays I feel everything all at once

Other days, I feel nothing at all.

I don't know what's worse

Drowning beneath the waves

Or dying from the thirst.

Source: unknown.

Kinda want to stand at this edge and scream.

Picture: Bunda Cliffs, Nullarbor, SA, Australia.

August slipped away into a moment in time.

'Cause it was never mine.

We spoke

We spoke of love and cities found,

Of buried gold deep underground,

How rivers sigh, when lost to sea,

Of whisky poured in cups of tea.

We spoke of art in Golden frames,

Of memories lost, forgotten names,

How shooting stars write wishes bright,

And shadows fade into the night.

We spoke of wolves and many things,

Of ticking clocks, and circus swings,

how crying doves fly up above,

But most of all we spoke of love.

- Michael Faudet

And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.

It’s time, I think, to break free.