“Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
— Vladimir Nabokov; Lolita
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sometimes i forget how many times i’ve picked myself off the floor, how many times i’ve washed away smudgy makeup and put myself to bed. how many times i’ve said no to something unhealthy. said yes to something good. how many times i’ve treated myself with kindness and patience. i forget how many times i’ve tended to wounds and made peace with my own anger. if i was taking care of a body that was not my own, i’d believe i was doing everything i could. so here’s to remembering that i’m doing the best i can.
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I stopped by a local farm store ✨🍓
IG: peachy_gogh
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My Monet inspired painting & art stuff 💛
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“and then one day, I decided you weren’t worthy of my tears at 3 a.m anymore”
— moving on
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