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celestialthinking · 2 days
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sometimes nostalgia keeps us from seeing our destiny, because we can't leave the past behind us, believing that it’s all we ever wanted and needed in our life
by laurenmaerie, gone
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celestialthinking · 6 days
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Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004
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I’ve always loved airports I never seem to feel sad when I’m there
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celestialthinking · 8 days
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signs of spring 🌱 | March 2024, NC
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celestialthinking · 9 days
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april flowers
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a bright spring path
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celestialthinking · 9 days
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My thoughts on 4/20/2024
It is 10:28pm where I am right now. I’ve been high for about 3 hours. My soul sister emptied her dinner and passed out. I am now wrapped in her weighted blanket watching a documentary about rare antique books. (The Booksellers, 2021)
Anyway, I am a huge 🍃 user, supporter, and advocate. So in honor of 4/20 I will be writing every unfiltered thought here and post it at 12am. It’ll only be about an hourish dive it’s so late but oh well. This is vulnerable for me but it’s a way to step outside my comfort circle.
Keep in mind this might be be long.
Okay here we go….
well now my mind is blank, nice
At 25 I am definitely discovering the introverted side of me. After years of feeling lonely, I don’t have the need to seek further relationships because I am now finally allowing myself to heal. I guess from the ages of 20-25 I was learning how to be on my own, and I for the most part did learn. Well I also learned that you truly can’t do much alone. It’ll always take a village.
I think it’s truly time to let my eclectic self shine.
Maybe one day I’ll get a cat
I am staring to embrace my true nerdy, uncool self. For so many years I had to follow the trends and what was cool to feel like I fit in even just a little bit. But who even cares anymore? I spent so many years trying to fit that I don’t want to waste anymore time not being my authentic self.
And it’s 12:00am… another 4/20 in the books. Sorry it was so short, I did start late.
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celestialthinking · 10 days
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I love rainy days; like, everything is more beautiful when it rains.
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I want to see myself happy again.
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spring in prague
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celestialthinking · 10 days
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to write about you means freedom
freedom from my thoughts
the constant pressure to scream out
the words everybody else is tired of hearing
to write about you means my heart heals
heals bit by bit, string by string
since that last goodbye that broke it
and didn't seem it would get better
to write about you
means i'm here
loving you silently
blindy, eternally
- dee (writing until it heals)
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Rehoboth Beach, Delaware by Nick Burwell
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celestialthinking · 11 days
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Sorry, I can't go out tonight - I came up with a really cool line and now have to construct an entire story to justify using it. No, I have no idea when I will be done.
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celestialthinking · 11 days
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2024 is the year we're being creative again. and i know it's the middle of April, don't get sassy with me. and i know my last post was last year and i haven't been consistent with my writing but progress isn't linear. life isn't linear. i stopped writing because writing carried expectations. writing made me competitive, mostly with myself, writing made me disappointed that my feelings weren't as big as other people's. do you know how lame it is to complain about having a little anxiety about your life when people are mourning their loved ones or processing trauma and i'm here like: hey look at these words, nothing is wrong with me but i just get a little sad sometimes. but screw that, i'll be cringe and i'll be lame but i'll be me. and i'm starting to like this version of me.
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