💭—Beautiful Things
Mavaari, E.

they said you're overly sensitive. that your heart sits too comfortably at the precipice, ready to plummet at the slighest provocation. An unkind word can send you spiraling. A perceived indifference shakes you down to your core. you don't know why you absorb feelings so readily, even when they aren't your own.

𓏲࣪ 🪿 𓄹𓈒 but one day, you will learn to appreciate the give you have been given. to live joyfully with your burning, all—consuming sentiment, and from this raw and tender place, create the most beautiful things.

🪽— flying at night
Angelina J. 1939

above us, stars. beneath us, constellations. five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that dinstant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn back into the little system of his care.

🐚 all night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like him.

the sun is always rotating around the earth whether you see it or not. the clouds often have a habit of gliding over it stopping the sun beams for shining down but just because you can't see the sun all the time doesn't mean it's not there.

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same goes for desires, just because you can't see the movement doesn't mean it's not there. just because it's raining doesnt mean the sun isn't there behind scenes. Just because the 3D looks the complete opposite right now doesnt mean nothing is happening behind scenes. there's always movement no matter how bad the 3D may seem.

persist bby, because your affirmation are shifting the world around you

Mavaari, E.🪽

86”

butterflies and birds
ceaselessly fluttering—
clouds of blossoms

chō tori no / uwatsuki tatsu ya / hana no kumo

𓏲࣪ ⛄️ 𓄹𓈒 thing, but do another, you are lying to yourself if you don't listen to their actions. But if you are truthfull with yourself, you will save yourself a lot of emotional pain. Telling yourself the truth about it may hurt, but you don't need to be attached to the paint. Healing is on the way, and it's just a matter of time before things will be better for yoy

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🗝🗝 .. ꒰❥ tendrils of sunlight: 𐂯 rant—filtered through frilly lace curtains, create a magical dance of soft, golden hues that gently coax her from slumber. (444) ,, 𖣁 petite and teddy bears, each with a name and a story, stand sentry, a comforting presence that has witnessed her adventures both awake and in the realm of dreams. ˔ཀ🪽.

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