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An open mind is one of the most attractive things ever. A person who chooses to view things from all perspectives and see all possibilities and oppurtunies is so fucking attractive to me.

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Chinese chrysanthemum，瑞云殿/ rui-yun-dian, literally means auspicious cloud palace. Photo by owner HeidiQD.

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how much of ur online presence is performative and how much is it u being u

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anxiety: OK BUT WHAT IF -

me: homie we went over this like 100 times yesterday and we totally resolved it

anxiety: yeah but i’ve looked at it from a new angle and there’s like 20 more reasons why u should be worried about it

me:

me: …..go on

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it took me this long to realise I have anxiety, not that I was in denial, I don’t know how to explain it.

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If you were born with the curse of feeling things deeply you were also born with the blessing of knowing what’s truly worth your energy.

Juansen Dizon, Love note to the empath  (via juansendizon)

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October nights

we are like dispersed dreams, iridescent, floating spinning in our own galaxies. soft for each other like these quiet October nights that only grow warmer. scented with desire - that has outgrown the heart, that has leapt out and found purpose inside stillness, growing anything but still. knowing we’ll find each other through the fog. dreaming we’ll be holding each other’s faces when the mist lifts.

© SoulReserve 2020

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i sometimes want to find a little cottage, spend a summer or two living there.

a dozen or more of wildflowers, clear fresh air, escaping the urban nature of it all.

feel like a fairy or a mc in a story book once in a while. i daydream too much but i really like the things i ponder about.

#cottagecore #littlemomentsofhappiness

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we’re not really strangers, but it feels like it.

growth is sometimes going backwards and working on yourself.

stop comparing and overthinking. focus on yourself in this current moment. what do you want to do? how are you, really? mentally & physically?

dont waste time regretting already made decisions. you’ve already done it, what is left to be done? it’s time to move on.

#mentalheathawareness #self care #healing #loveyourself

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It’s okay to romanticise the small things about your day-to-day life. It’s okay to romanticise sleeping in, waking up to the sun tickling your skin. It’s okay to romanticise the texture of fingers against a page. Sometimes to save your day you need to romanticise sitting at a desk and working, or romanticise studying hyped up on coffee. It’s okay to picture yourself as if you were the mc in a movie. Watch yourself go through shit and know that it’s just the climax of your own story, and that while you sit in your room sobbing to sad songs, good things are just around the corner.

Sometimes to be okay or get through the day you need to romanticise the simple things.

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some things we should start romanticising

bike rides, especially when listening to music. the wind in your hair, the songs in your ears, every sound being quiet and living in your own bubble of lyrics. (edit: in some countries this is illegal and it can be dangerous - i had not thought of that and i apologise)

sitting in a bus. you’re going back home, maybe you’re reading a book or just looking outside of the foggy glass.

making tea. warming up the water, bringing it to a simmer and closing the gas, pouring it into a ceramic mug, the perfume of tea leaves: it’s a ritual.

buying a new book. walking in a book store, reading the first page of a book that sounds interesting, choosing a book because of its cover, never having heard of that book.

reading the last page of a book. that one doctor who episode where the doctor says he rips the last page of each book he reads, reading the last line and feeling like all the air in your lungs is gone.

that one specific moment when you are coming back from a party and you’re walking the few last steps before getting home. 

writing your name on a new notebook. scribbling messy letters or trying hard to make it look pretty.

tying shoe laces. where are you even going?

picking a flower. getting off the road and into a patch of grass just to pick a yellow wild flower, pressing it in a book, or putting it in a glass of water.

finally getting to bed. the cold bedsheets, closing your burning eyes, the small sounds of the city.

-c. 23.07.20 6.15pm

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MARY OLIVER

Thirst (2006);

original photos and edit

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the textures of yemen / google earth