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Summer in New England

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oh god, why did you create humans? why would you craft a creature that’s much too aware of its own existence?

There are moments when I lament myself for not being able to express myself as beautifully as I had hoped and imagined. My memory, something I always wish to keep with me for the rest of my life, is not eternal. I am unable to hold on to these thoughts with me forever, and I will only be able to recall a few. There will never be words to describe how I feel about all the moments I've spent and want to remember for the rest of my life. But perhaps my thoughts are better left in my mind than written down, because in my mind, they are in their most beautiful form.

As long as Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, lives, so does thoughtlessness, borne by Lethe- both eternal and inevitable.

- m.m

flowers in the streets of my city pt. 2

flowers in the streets of my city

David Adolph Constant Artz

1870-1951

how could I have good grades when all I wanna do is listen to Gregory Alan Isakov and think about my lover

Posts I've made here

Desi prompts

Orange

Part I

Part II

Part III

Innocence

Knife

Withdrawal

In the arms of the stranger

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Hosting a Peter Rabbit tea party!

Sweet summer dreams of a simpler time.

tea time 🫖 🤎

oh to be loved is like living in a dream

A trail of light and warmth appears to follow you wherever you go. For reasons unknown, I realized I do as well. I always catch myself picking up every speck of bliss and spark you leave wherever you step. Then, at that point, I understood this is on the grounds that I'm unified with the dark, while you are unified with the light. I suppose I'm similar to the moon, continuously pursuing down the sun's beams just to exist. The daylight brings about the moon's fundamental nature, yes? Since without the sun to enlighten it, the moon slips away.

My life, one thing I own, heavily relies on you. It's true, as flawed as it may sound. A truth I can change, but one I've carried with me for years and will continue to carry with me until the end of time.

- m.marguerite.

"I am constantly trying to communicate something in communicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

"You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful. person i have ever known and even that is an understatement."

-F.scott Fitzgerald