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
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a letter to my younger self
dear little girl with your head in the clouds keep laughing, don’t cry keep dreaming, don’t stop dear little girl with your armful of books ...
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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... -
“ i'll come back when you call me / no need to say goodbye." this year i'm a senior. it's difficult, saying goodbye t...
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