white, pink, and brown // the quiet breeze of morning // lace hemming a white gown // playing the pianoforte // reading poetry // a quiet proposal // slow smiles // running barefoot through the field // i love you, most ardently
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
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some poetry
eighteen ages are funny things. to think that you’ve existed for longer than someone and shorter than someone else— isn’t that strang...
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“c ount it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. ... -
sometimes i miss the child i used to be. yes, i was alone and yes, i was naïve, but i didn’t care. i didn’t care what others thought, wh...