keppaku
💖smiles&inspiration💖
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Positivity, inspiration, motivation, nonsense
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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Hey, don't cry. A single thread in a tapestry, though its color brightly shines, can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design, ok?
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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drinking water is so nice
drinking water lots of ice
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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In my Eras era. 💅
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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Liz Fosslien  
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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“it’s a beautiful thing to be understood, but a powerful thing to understand yourself.”
— iambrillyant
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
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keppaku · 2 years ago
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how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down
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