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Your candle flickers as you sip your black coffee. The liquid sloshes hard as you absently put it aside, eager to turn another page. The sun has already slipped below the horizon, and you know it’s far too late for coffee, but you can’t stop. The dry pages flick beneath your fingers. They’re filled with words, meanings, and love. You close your book on the final page and reach for another.
Just a little cottagecore collage I made for fun and to relax.
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starting a club for people whose identity is artistry but are only capable of creative thought between the hours of one and three am i’ll bring the coffee
this year, if your head rings from screens and lights and cold, go and stand in the sun. just for a moment. say hello to your world
you’re an endless muse. the face that’s gone lives on to inspire every deadbeat side of the road wordfilled brain. i think i’ll always love you. i think you’ll always make me laugh.
winter break is just losing your memory on the car back home and waking up with 78 new poems in the notes app when your brain turns back on
the irrepressible urge to get in the bath with your clothes on
currently on an imaginary adventure through the woods, heading to the dragon’s lair.
Who’s down to join me?
[source: Pinterest]