31 M, He/Him. The road and the tale have both been long, would you not say so? The trip has been long and the cost has been high... but no great thing was ever attained easily. A long tale, like a tall Tower, must be built a stone at a time.
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Jardim Botânico Tropical de Belém, Lisboa, Portugal, 02-06-23
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He had allowed his entire life to pass him by. So many people had walked past him, and he hadn't called out to a single one. Distrusting everyone, he had avoided them. He had hidden himself in seclusion, where everything disgusted him.
— Jiří Karásek, A Gothic Soul
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Magical pastel sunsets at the beaches of Marche, Italy 🇮🇹💕✨ By @mauro_roberto__
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cemetery flowers after the ice storm photography: Peter Fricke
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Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955) - Hand to the Stars
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Same when the sun rises and sets ☀️! I love the thought that every new morning and evening are whole unexplored canvas for the sun to paint again and again. The finality of each as time passes only to be explored again the next day.

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No matter how long you’ve been with them, there’s no excuse for a lack of attention. Charles Orlando
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‘Did you ever love me?’
‘I don’t know,’ they whisper.
‘But I think I’ll spend the rest of my life searching for pieces of you in every stranger I meet’
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"I don't wanna bother you"
Have you considered that this is how your presence feels?

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