novemberchild
novemberchild
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓪,🌹
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Tell me about despairs, yours, and I will tell you mine.
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novemberchild · 24 days ago
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WEEK OF CHRISTMAS 2024 (7/7) —🎅🎄🎁🦌— A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS 1965 — dir. Bill Melendez
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novemberchild · 24 days ago
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engraved jewellery really is peak romance to me
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novemberchild · 24 days ago
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yes communication is important, but being in a situation where you constantly have to over-communicate every single thing in order to get listened and tended to is draining and kills romance. a huge part of intimacy and connection is feeling seen and understood by the other person – them being attuned to your needs, feelings, desires, and knowing who you are as a person on a deeper level, is a sign of love. being with someone who is thoughtless and inconsiderate and constantly has to have everything spelled out to them, will leave you feeling invisible and unloved. yes people aren’t mind readers and its good to talk about stuff but someone who just doesn’t think of you or understand basic things that would make you happy, isn’t a good partner.
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novemberchild · 1 month ago
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A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965)
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novemberchild · 1 month ago
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Clarice Lispector, from "Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles," publ. in 2022
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novemberchild · 1 month ago
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LADY AND THE TRAMP (1955) Dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson And Hamilton Luske
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novemberchild · 1 month ago
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There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
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novemberchild · 1 month ago
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novemberchild · 2 months ago
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春色に誘われて
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novemberchild · 2 months ago
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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novemberchild · 2 months ago
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You don’t have to belong everywhere!
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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i’m printing this out and i’m putting it on the mirror so i can confront myself with it
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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This picture of the sun rising from behind Mt. Fuji (Japan) was taken Yoko Okamoto
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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OVER THE GARDEN WALL (2014) cr. Patrick McHale
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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jean-paul gaultier haute couture, spring-summer, 2009
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novemberchild · 3 months ago
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details of hands by etienne adolphe piot
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