ruins-of-her-peace - On monachopsis, hiraeth and dreadful sensibility
On monachopsis, hiraeth and dreadful sensibility

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One Is Able To Understand You Only As Deeply As They Understand Themself.

One is able to understand you only as deeply as they understand themself.

Emily Yvonne

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