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Medusa’s snakes make me think of the evolution of women’s defence mechanisms, each snake representing a different developed response to a repeated situation. She is the physical representation of perseverance despite the horrors of men

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ghosts as ethereal flowers

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More little love dotting my path

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Took film photos of cute flowers. The little things make our little lives better <33

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My favourite part about growing up is how saying no is becoming easier? I’m just like « no ». Yippeeee. Breaking the shackles of people pleasing feels so liberating. Dumping my ex was also so liberating. I saw him walk by me yesterday. My heart dropped to my stomach&felt it beating at an unearthly pace. And as he left towards the tennis courts, that unearthly pace vanished. The same way the love I had for him ceased to exist, like a clear lake after a misty morning. So quick and subtle. Like the Veil of Maya being lifted after one’s brain illuminates. Thank you, next 🩷

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My queen saying queen things

Everything being designed to suppress empathy is why I cry when I need to and sing when I can. Sometimes I smile when I’m alone. do my best to help where I can to make another’s weight lighter. feels the same as making my own weight lighter

I love to love and love is not loving

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Lifecycle of a berry?? Humans could never

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The sea of social structure morphed into a gritty tempest. So fierce and foul the toads could not sing. The wicked wind plowed forward. Yet, the autonomy and authenticity of the sea’s creatures refused to siphon this capricious turbulence. The Florida Fighting conch, the Melon shell, the Cockle, the Calico and Bittersweet clam all gathered, glowing with solidarity and resistance. The multiplicity of their shells honoured and celebrated all walks of life. The current hissed a whisper, the way a secret kiss curls toes and awakens wondrous spirits. The toads began to sing again, and the stillness of the morning blossomed with colour. -identities within imposed borders

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the sunlit grassland is wet and woeful. Hidden fireflies cackle and weep. My burnt nose is no stranger to animals. My toes sing caked in mud despite the battle of spirits unfolding before unclouded eyes. My toes remember cartwheels amid the forests’ panic. -memory and hope

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we need to take inspo from poe and love with a love that’s more than love

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queens doing queen things

Vintage butterfly faires..

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My library in one of my alternate universe’s??

💐🧚🏻‍♂️📚🍄🧌

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a pretty playful pink path with patterns

Soft coral crab (Hoplophrys oatesii) on soft coral (Alcyonacea)

Photo by Georgette Douwma

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what is it like to exist without craving the romantic love from a Miyazaki film? I will never know

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#kiss #cry #scream #pee

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If I lived in the Sarah j maas world this would be my safe my haven

2010-06-09

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