#Finding Solace
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saydesole · 6 months ago
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Just a girl who loves sunsets 🌞 and ocean waves🌊
Source INSTAGRAM: Girlchill_sunset
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kimiko24-art · 2 months ago
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✨It's one of those quiet nights again, just you and your f/o in each others company. No noise, no distractions, no people. Just you, them, and a comfortable stillness between you. You decide to go on a late night walk/drive together. The two of you find a nice vantage point, getting a lovely view of the (city, kingdom, etc) lights far off in the distance. You spend all night stargazing and having deep conversation about what lies in your hearts. Taking advantage of such a peaceful night.✨
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secretblossomofthenight · 7 months ago
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caspei-corner · 4 months ago
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Watercolor painting🖌️🎨... Inspired from Pinterest...
A breezy landscape..
Follow my page if you like this post ✨..
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lucianjablonsky · 6 months ago
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A solace
Only pain remains, no more light, Darkness touches the sun so bright With longing hands, in despair we grope, Suffering endures, there's no scope In shadows deep, our hearts do dwell, Echoes of anguish, a haunting knell Yet through the night, a flicker may rise, Hope's gentle whispers, a solace in guise ~ Moon Tears
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beatheprincess · 6 months ago
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Playing dress to impress for hours is my source of happiness ♡
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dopescissorscashwagon · 1 year ago
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'Finding Solace', Iceland ⛅️🌊
📸 by Arnar & Simona @Arnark
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silverslipstream · 1 year ago
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share 9 lines tag!
first time actually doing a tag game in ages. thanks for the tag @deanwax! this a snippet from a romantic short story I wrote ccalled The Quieter Side of Te Mamaku Bay:
Their thighs touch, and he can’t help but marvel at it. It’s as if Te Mamaku is a bubble of forest and starlight and the muted rushing of the waves, shared only between the two of them.  Ben proffers the Winfields wordlessly. Tony reaches for one, but suddenly the image of pulsating, tar-blackened lungs crashes into his mind, and he falters, hanging his head slightly. Expecting a sarcastic remark from Ben, Tony’s surprised when it doesn’t come. Instead, the other boy simply lights his own cigarette, takes a long drag and puffs the smoke up into the night sky. Tony can’t help but watch the curve of Ben’s thumb as it idly flicks the lighter in his other hand. Teardrop flames spark and die in a matter of seconds, throwing brief flashes of soft orange light onto Ben’s face. Reflections glint in his brown eyes like tiny supernovae. 
I won't tag nine people, but I'll give a gentle shoulder tap to @writernopal, @halberdierminister, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs and @wormdolls.
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delusionalbulldozer · 13 days ago
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I am so devastated rn like how can someone be such an idiot! Always worried for everything but my incapibility of expressing my thoughts is worthing me losing a diamond! I am a blunt person since the start never ever think before speaking but for him I changed this habit of mine though it was the most difficult. But as I said my mistakes were so big in number and the level too everything got covered. Still I become numb when he asks about what all have I done for him?
Today I read it somewhere that “Cursed are those who think an ocean and express a droplet”. And now I am feeling exactly the same this is the best suited for me!!!! I failed as a partner, friend and also as a human. I AM A FAILUREEE AND A LOSERRRRR!!!!!!
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saydesole · 6 months ago
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Relaxation
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fallenwarriorrising · 4 months ago
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Oh, the pain of equally loving the morning sun and the quiet of a late night *sigh*
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stygianlife · 4 months ago
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"The world claps for the barren man who raises war to fill his tale while the one who has fought through their experiences yearns for peace."
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midnitetears · 2 months ago
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P.O.M (Peace Of Mind) #132
In the chaos of my mind, a storm brews wild,
Seeking peace from you, my heart defiled.
Words spill out, thoughts scattered, a desperate plea,
But your response leaves me adrift, lost at sea.
Yearning for solace, a gentle touch to calm the storm,
Instead, met with silence, emotions left to swarm.
With a heavy heart, I realize the truth unfurled,
The peace I seek from you, must come from my own world.
Alone in the darkness, I search for inner light,
Trying to mend the fragments, piece by piece, night by night.
Self-reliant, self-soothing, a balm for the restless soul,
Finding bits of peace and quiet, finally feeling whole.
Though the ache remains, a longing unfulfilled,
I gather strength within, my spirit stilled.
Embracing the journey of self-discovery, I find,
Peace of mind may elude, but within myself, it's defined.
Yours Faithfully🌻
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inilikhang-liham · 5 months ago
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Oh, how interesting it is that we always find some form of solace in this distressed and disturbed world we live in.
—inilikhang liham
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midwestaesthetics · 3 months ago
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Little Supernovas
Combustible elements 
Taking shape within
When conversation
Is little more than buzz
Can’t discern meaning
From the white noise
I’m suffering the side effects
Of insomnia, coming down
From a caffeine high
There’s always someone
Pawing and groping for
Their lock of my hair
If they could have a moment 
Of my time, making a cameo
In their reel-to-reel celluloid
I’m suffering the side effects
Of insomnia, can’t tell 
Faces apart in revolving doors
A polite smile is just that
And no more, a facade
Masquerading as friendship
This deadline is nearing
And more questions
Just mounting in the interim
Once there were days 
When you and I could
Push through crowds
Assembled at the square 
To food carts
Which align with our 
Feasting eyes
And eager taste buds
Mexican authentic,
Thai curry ever filling
Once there were days
When the solitude
I so resisted in thought
Became a solace I sought
The dead hours 
Were aquifers of memory, Where the written word
Was exorcizing and purifying
Me with penned confessions
I was too weak to enunciate
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agishhhlauren · 3 months ago
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I should be allowed to carry my stuffed toys around all the time every day. I could use their support.
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