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radioacteve · 27 days
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radioacteve · 3 months
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In every ending there is a beginning I am willing to chase. In every beginning there is the fear of it all coming to an end.
Give yourself the time to mourn what was and then allow yourself to feel the bliss of starting anew.
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radioacteve · 3 months
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Erica Jong, At the Edge of the Body; from ‘Blood and Honey’
TEXT ID: (Like the woman who watered her roses with blood
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radioacteve · 3 months
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… 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 ✩✰
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radioacteve · 3 months
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“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
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yeah sorry they gave me an open wound instead of a heart that's why im like this
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Cait Kelly / “Untitled” / 2022
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radioacteve · 4 months
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radioacteve · 5 months
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🔮💖 Witchy Aesthetic 💖🔮
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radioacteve · 6 months
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A Golden Beam painted by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836 - 1893)
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radioacteve · 6 months
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Honestly, still trying to figure that last one out.
Who did I become? Who am I becoming? What and who should I let influence that identity?
I am a sponge soaking in anything and everything around me; this 27-year-old heart made entirely of fragments from past lives lived.
I am not sure who I will be even come tomorrow, but I do know she will be a woman filled with love. With drive. With empathy.
She will be the girl my younger self longed for her to be. --- Collage from my poetry collection "Winterbrook", out 11/11.
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