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#kind soul
boanerges20 · 8 months
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Rare Gem...
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t00thpastekissess · 1 year
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"May we raise children
who love the unloved
things–the dandelion, the
worms and spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown &
someone has to speak for those who have no voice
may they draw upon that
wilder bond, those days of
tending tender things
and be the ones to speak."
by Nicolette Sowder
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euesworld · 1 year
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"A kind soul.. someone who thinks selflessly in a world where everyone thinks of themselves."
Are you a kind soul? Think of others before yourself and be soft, be oh so soft in this harsh world.. be kind, do good, be well - eUë
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dumblr · 2 years
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Bestie, first of all you don't have to say sorry to me bc I'm not angry with you at all, you never did anything wrong to me or anyone.♥️🤗🌻 You're the most sweetest, amazing, caring and lovely girl to me. Actually I'm sorry that I over reacted!! It was all my fault not yours bestie, so forgive me please!! 🤗♥️🌻 And everyday I feel so lucky and blessed to have you in my life dear. A big hug to you sweetie.🤗🫂💗💗
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mariamthe1st · 1 year
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"What is my purpose in life?" I asked the void.
"What if I told you that you fulfilled it when you took an extra hour to talk to that kid about his life?" Said the voice.
"Or when you paid for that young couple in the resturant? Or when you saved that dog in traffic? Or when you tied your father's shoes for him?"
"Your problem is that you equate your purpose with goal-based achievement. The Universe isn't interested in your achievements.. just your heart. When you choose to act out of kindness, compassion and love, you are already aligned with your true purpose. No need to look any further!"
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allo-frouto · 4 months
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gimme hugggg, i need so baaad😔
🫂
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oddsconvert · 11 months
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you are loved and appreciated more than you know <3
I... I kinda needed to hear this, thank you 🥺💞
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stay safe 💜
Thank you 🖤
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im-briana-stan · 2 years
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kikker-oma · 1 year
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And your art is amazing (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)
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Hehehe thank youuuu❤️❤️
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andywinter16 · 2 years
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Pelna Khara is a Husband Material. Period!
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dyinginahotcar · 1 year
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*opens my velcro pocket and 10,000 bees come out and they attack u*
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dumblr · 2 years
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hI sweet bestie <3 just passing by to thank you for being such a sweet, kind, caring, genuine and selfless person <3 you deserve to always be happy and loved ^-^
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Awwww that's so cute, sweet, lovely and kind of you my sweetest bestie.😍💓🌹🌹 It's so freaking cute!! You're most welcome sweetie and you know that I have learned lots of kind and beautiful things from you, so all thanks goes to you.💓 The way you always treat me is so humble, caring and supportive.💓 So please thanks to you.🤗🤗💓 You deserve all the happiness in the world.🌎
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"What's this?"
@mothsandmayhem
Oliver barely remembers the most important aspects of his life, and what he does recall he doesn’t talk much about. It’s painful to remember the people he left behind, the life he lead, his family. He’d rather let every day pass by as if it were any other, and not let the regrets of the past hang over him at every minute. Barely anything triggers that sense of nostalgia, especially now in this modernized world. Hell, this isn’t even his London home. Nothing keeps that remembrance alive.
Except for one thing he swears to never lose.
Laying on the floor next to his coat he has hanging over the couch, a British coin, something from a forgotten time, lays untouched by anyone except Oliver until now. It barely managed to shine in the sun, worn from the years and covered in rust. Upon further inspection, it seems not only rust has dried onto the coin, but slightly perceivable specks of blood lay on the metal as well. Some on King Edward VII’s face on the front, and barely anything on the other side. The question lingers, whose blood did it belong to?
That piece of metal was a gateway into his life before it all went to shit. Something dirty and old, but a prized possession unlike anything he ever owned not because of its value, but because of who gave it to him.
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