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Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.

Clarice Lispector ; Near to the Wild Heart

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Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. I kept my mind on the moon.

~Richard Siken, Details of the woods

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@mkvx

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PASTEL BEIGE AESTHETIC.

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“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”

–Juansendizon

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takayoshi sato

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All they were–all they had ever been–was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the others was the sun .

Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

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growing up gets really lonely.

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Plants and books 📖🍀

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“But sometimes we don’t do it for ourselves. We do it for the people we love more than ourselves.”

— Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love

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@mkvx

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"You love art, don't you?"

"What else is there?"

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: ̗̀➛ uni is starting again, so here's a little more “motivational” moodboard for all of us struggling students <3