IF THE ROUTINE NO LONGER SERVES, YOU MUST ALTER THE PATTERN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?? YOUR LIFE STARTS WITH YOU
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…in dreams I see beautiful shapes…perhaps of the future…perhaps of the past…
The universe has a plan for you, even if you can't see it yet.
1926 c. A girl with a guitar and a ukulele. Nice way to spend a summer day. From Malice White, FB.
i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media
they hate me for my girlish whimsy and for my pathological degree of avoidant behavior
The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
