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veneredelbotticelli
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slfcare

be proud of yourself for

  • the progress nobody sees
  • feeling all of your emotions (and learning how to make peace with them + give them space)
  • standing up for yourself even though you lost people because of it
  • making time for yourself
  • doing better
  • saying no to people
  • letting go of people for your own sake
  • no longer allowing others to decide when you can and when you can’t be proud of yourself
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snorlaxatives

it’s so funny when youtubers/podcasts have a sponsorship and they introduce the company as if it’s this shiny new thing that hasn’t already been terrorizing me for years like shut up i already know that skillshare is an online learning community with thousands of classes for creative and curious people let’s keep it moving 

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cookiesbun

어느 예쁜 저녁 ☁ミ✲

🌅 one pretty afternoon • 어느 예쁜 저녁 🌅

「 the smell of summer breeze, coffee roast and simple street food. 」

🎧: One Summer's Day

here's a few soft and relaxing gifs for you ☁️

song is from my favourite movie, Spirited Away !

♡ like / reblog if you save! thank you!

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comefiocchidineve

I love deep conversations, like serious shit, heart to heart, just vibing on a real level

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givemetheusernamethatiwant

Achilles was looking at me.

‘Your hair never quite lies flat, here.’ He touched my head, just behind my ear.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.’

My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. ‘You haven’t,’ I said.

‘I should have.’ His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse.

‘What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?’ ‘No,’ I said.

‘This surely, then.’ His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it.

‘Have I told you of this?’

‘That you have told me.’ My breath caught a little as I spoke.

‘And what of this?’ His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. ‘Have I spoken of it?’

‘You have.’

‘And this? Surely, I would not have forgotten this.’ His cat’s smile.

‘Tell me I did not.’

‘You did not.’‘There is this, too.’ His hand was ceaseless now.

‘I know I have told you of this.’

I closed my eyes. ‘Tell me again,’ I said.

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veneredelbotticelli
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apathes-patrochilles

Achilles and Patroclus were in love” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

“She’s right,“ someone says. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 3rd row stands: Alexander the Great himself.