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i love you vitally

like my skin loves my blood,

like my tissue loves bone,

like my teeth, verily sunk, in my gums.

i love you.

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⋆｡˚ ଳ FRUT1GER A3RO 🐠

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T'avoir dans ma vie est la chose la plus importante, ton sourire me soulève et m'emmène dans l'endroit le plus confortable du monde, je me pose dans tes bras tous les soirs quand nos âmes se rencontrent enfin 🎀🍓❤️

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 ۫ ₊𓋜 ۫ vem cá, meu bem, me descola um carinho 🎀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎¹ ／ 𝖺 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝖽𝗈 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 너 𝖾́ 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌, karina.xn--6ii⠀⠀⠀⠀

ī. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺lity.

īī. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, ♡︎

īīī. 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝓫𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 #karina.

𝓫𝗈𝗎𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗌 ✿, フラワーズ 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇,

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[ ... ] 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖼 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 ' 𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝑓 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚.

𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾, 카리.

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𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 #𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺̄𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 [ + ] 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗌.

☆ ／ 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉.

우편, ⠀ 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾⠀ ⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮̄𝐫, &. ♥︎ 𝓢 -𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾.

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𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌! 食 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ★ 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

十⠀⠀ ⠀𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾⠀⠀⠀𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌! 食 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ★ 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

十⠀⠀ ⠀𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾⠀⠀⠀𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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a set of nine identity v icons featuring the halloween cards🍬

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⭒ ⋆ 🩸dark ceramics by jessica harrison⋆ฺ࿐🦇⁎˚

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⠀⠀ ㅤ ℭ𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌

͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏neniitaㅤ ㅤ cryboby

͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏brknlamb ㅤ muneqits

͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏l0nghorse ㅤ crylambie

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coquette png 𑇛᧙

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washed away

i have a memory in mind, i often find myself traveling there all the time, its mid afternoon im with my older brother we’re watching cartoons, i can feel the warmth from the sun onto the carpet, i just sit there cross legged with him, i feel safe, i feel at home, i laugh with him, and then he leaves and plays with his friends, i still sit there mindlessly, i twirl my hair, play with my hands, grab a snack, do my homework,

wonder..

wait.

dream…

i feel childhood memories as if they’re a beautiful portrait of imagery and watercolored languid love and life is the storm that you find when you go outside and see bits washed away and every night and every time you wake up another piece has washed away and yet..

you can still see it. but only ever in your mind.

you go and try with the same colors and the same freefall thinking but it never comes out right, never can seem to recreate it the same, its there but only slightly.

different.

washed away.

you have all the colors and broken links of chalk but its too difficult, too much pressure to try and get it exact. and yet too afraid to create something new.

we’re in the car, me, my mom, my two brothers. we’re driving around the same city we all know, its mid afternoon again, pumped up kicks is on the radio, it’s dream pop melody with the same chatter from my family and the glow the sun is emitting from back of car as if it’s setting the scene fills my chest with the same safety and comfort i can’t put into words. i can’t remember anything but the feeling. a feeling i always thought would be there.

washed away.

my mom comes home with a dvd one night , “coraline”, my brother thinks its dumn and goes to play video games, im intrigued, excited, and yet terrified of something new. i loved it and had nightmares for two weeks.

14 years later im 17, its anniversary is playing in theaters again, i walk in excited, the same excitement i remember feeling the first time i ever watched it, and as i sit down i feel as if im sitting with a younger me, im entranced, jittery, and as the credits role i realize I’ve never felt more alone.

washed away.

all of grandmas i credit to help shaping my childhood. don’t want me around anymore. my conversations feel forced, burdening. my chest feels tight and mind scattered. i don’t know what to say anymore. my full cheeks and all toothy grin and wild curls can’t speak for me anymore. i think of them now with a 6 years old heart.

washed away.

talking with my brothers is different. i weirdly know them better, i can gather all the tools to start to understand, and yet it breaks me so much more when i do, they have so much pain and anger, i don’t feel safe as i once did, because i realize it’s all gone.

washed away.

i wake up alongside my little sister, i see the mop of light brown blonde curls, i see big brown eyes sunken with sleep, long graphic pjs, i see her as she breaks out into the same all knowing toothy grin i once had, her face says it all, she’s inspired, she’s safe, she’s ready for the day.

washed away but excited to draw again.

my childhood was magical. i believed in everything and nothing. the good in everyone. fearless. excited for everday. i don’t know if that feeling will ever come back. i felt safe, wrapped in warm blankets of comfort, the same happiness and excitement you get after swimming all day and you start to eat and then fall asleep, content. i wonder where it all went sometimes.

because between here and there i stopped crying out of pain and started crying being filled with so much pain, between here and there i stopped wanting hugs because i never felt as if anyone ever wanted to hug me as much as i did, between here and there i stopped wearing purple and pink because too much color was loud and repressive, like listening to happy music when you’re sad. between here and there i stopped letting my stomach hang out and stopped not caring about my appearance, between here and there my curls were reduced to straight, all teeth smile now a tight lipped grin.

between here and there and everywhere it all washed away

just washed away

aleka

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suffering from a condition called remembering too much and loving too much and caring too much and

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“in the pink world”

ponprincess x sireenter

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     .°  ｡𝗌۟𝚑ֽ𝙾˚𝘳t   .b𝚒𝙾̥𝘴ཾ   🤍

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         𝟶𝟶𝟷  ׂ ׂ 𓆑⠀ ꫶

        𓂂  ケ̥ ׅ֯ー 𐇽۫キ   ♡͙ႉ

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           ˁ ᪲˒ ˙˙˓ˀ  パン 𓂂

          ⬚̶ᰱㅤ  ◌.˚ㅤ  𓄯ꯨຳ

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            ༘༚͙𝆬. ꦿ᪲   ♡̩͙

         𝒸𝚊𝚔𝚎  いちご  ౿

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𝟊᭭ ְ⭒ㅤㅤ⠀ㅤ 𓃺 ᩙㅤㅤ⠀ㅤ 甜的ㅤㅤ⠀ㅤ 𝝑𝝔᪲