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[text id: i hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, or a wound that wouldn’t close. (...) if you have forgotten, i hope you know that you are worthy of the kind of love that shines warmth into all corners of you. you always have been. (...) because at the end of the day, the most formidable thing about the right kind of love is that it will not just choose you in all that is light filled and perfect in your world. it will crack you open, it will find the rooms within your heart and your mind that are padlocked and hard to touch, and it will hold you there. it will understand you, and see you, and it will not run from you when the wound is scratched. it will stand firmly in front of you and hold your face between its palms and it will say, “it is okay to be who you are with me.”]

Bianca Sparacino

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“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”

— Unknown

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The ultimate dream is to have an art studio like this 🎨

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“Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.”

— Unknown

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River Styx

I beseeched my love to hold tightly my cold bones

So I wouldn’t have to walk these dark trails alone.

I desperately called to her, for I feared the unknown.

But I was merely left with fading remnants of her cologne.

The deer with sharp fangs and claws of great size

Stood on hind legs and pierced me with glowing eyes.

The forest overflowed with death. It planned my demise

But the witches they warned me to silence my cries.

Don’t look through the branches, they’ll know you see.

Carry on, unperturbed, the devils may let you go free.

But even with a stolid gaze, there was no guarantee

That I would leave these woods with me, and only me.

I once believed monsters lived in closets and under beds.

In truth, they exist everywhere. They dwell in our heads.

They feed on unspoken fears and taste the tears we shed.

I try to dream, and I’m gifted with night terrors instead.

I awoke on my back as his knife cut through my chest.

Grotesque faces in the darkness refuse to let me rest.

Terrified, I reach out to find empty cold pillows I caressed.

Hoping for warmth, I find your ghost at very best.

Your memories and last drop of cologne long ago faded.

You ran from the dark River Styx in which I waded.

My angels were easy to love, it was my demons you hated.

That’s why there’s only one throne in this Hell I created.

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The Punishment of the Gossip Girl (1910)

— by Salvador Diaz Ignacio Ruiz

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Honeysuckle

The Secret Garden was our backyard.

My hands held the soil for the trees.

I watched them grow, as they did me.

Sweet honeysuckle crept up the mailbox,

Like a picture frame made of sunshine.

Bird houses, bird baths, and feeders,

They invited in the songs you taught me.

The real treasure was fig tree preserves.

Apples decorated the freshly mowed lawn.

Hydrangeas lined the white brick house

With colors more beautiful than the sunset.

I fell asleep to thunderstorms and cicadas.

I dreamt of long summer nights and fairytales

You would read to me as I laid safe in bed.

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