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rainreads · 1 year

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"Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing."

—Virginia Woolf.

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transcendragon · 2 months

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You’re Alive Right Now (reminders #3) - my gentle reminder series continues. I’m really enjoying making these. I’m at a place in my place where I need these reminders

My original art made in Procreate, image description in alt text

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sunshiine-princess · 1 month

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Winter in La Jolla

#winter #waves #flowers #hillside #warm days #green #blue #San Diego #La Jolla #beach

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tastypeachstudios · 1 year

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Dreaming of warmer days~ 🌷🌷🌷

#puppy #spring #warm days #daydream

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vintagedressdoubleroses · 10 months

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#cute girls #selfie #golden hour #warm days #summer 🌞

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anna-intissar · 1 year

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"The love you give recycles and circulates through the universe, no expression of love is ever lost or wasted"

When I read something like this, a sense of relief washes over me.

Because I know for a fact that you'll get what you give, and I know that what I gave was nothing short of that relief.

That's some presumptuous thing to say!

But I know.

I'm certain.

When I look at my actions I see that they end up with a smile on my face or someone else's.

And that's why I feel relief when I know that my actions will circle back to me.

But sometimes,

I get this selfish desire.

What If I don't want that love to travel through the universe back to me.

Maybe I want to receive it right away!

Maybe I don't want to be loved by a star in the milky way or by a whale on the ocean.

Maybe I just want to feel like what I do for others really matters to them.

Maybe just maybe that me and my offerings aren't taken for granted.

I'm certain that maybe I want to feel a fraction of what I give.

But maybe it's not meant to be for me.

Maybe the love I give is accumulated somewhere in a different universe. In another life. In another embodiment of light.

But sometimes it feels like it's never happening.

And my love will only come back to me as a warm sunny day in the middle of winter.

#deep poems #poem #writing #female writers #expressive #love #love poem #love me #fear #scared #galaxies #ocean #desire #deep deep sigh #warmth #warm days

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yours-trudy · 2 years

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Ever been in such an uncomfortably warm and humid day, it feels like you just got an

Instant Workout

#yours trudy #artists on tumblr #comics on tumblr #webcomic #art break #trudy lin #warm days

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zloikarasik · 9 months

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cronicasdeunafashionista · 1 year

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#flowers #spring #Daisies #bike rides #sunlight #spring colors #warm days #bike

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blueboy1103 · 1 year

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#ducati 899 #bike #bike ride #ducati #springtime #warm days #ride

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charliebarkersmother · 2 years

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#floofs #Jensen #biggest floof #violet #australian cattle dog #blue heeler #bernese mountain dog #warm days #michigan #mine

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inka1712 · 1 year

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Sundown today

#sundown #photography #nature #landscape #beautiful #trees #my photography #myphone #skyscape #clouds #orange #golden october #october #warm days #warm weather #evening sky #sky

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mimiswitches · 2 years

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Pros of summer:

Crop tops 👕

Skirts/dresses 👗

Easy access 😏

Cons:

Literally everything else

Sweat 🥵

No stealing sweatshirts 😰

Restricts cuddling 😤

Can't layer outfits 😐

Sweat, again 🥵

Can't enjoy warm tea ☕

#bd/sm switch #bd/sm kink #kinky sub #exhibisionism #bd/sm lifestyle #ns/fw text #summer weather #warm days

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?