But, revisiting old photos of my forced smiling facade. The weight of the sorrow in my eyes suffocates me.
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Eva Gonzalès (1849-1883)
"The Bouquet of Flowers" (1873-1874)
Oil on canvas
Impressionism
Currently in a private collection
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It's actually k!lling me to just sit here in the comfort of my home while so many innocent civilians are being killed; and the only thing I can do is boycott certain brands and burn the books of authors who support israel....
P.S. if you support israel, then please unfollow and block me
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Thanks, @ticktockpolkadot and everyone who contributed to 5 reblogs!
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I know I should never look at our photos again. Because I can fall in love with us all over again.. Who I was with you, someone I miss dearly.
Since then, I haven't allowed anyone to get that close to me. It's something I'm proud of, yet also bittersweet..
- Herhiddenotes.
Art by @ClaudiaBarbu
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I just realized my ex-fiancé is so lucky I went completely offline. No photos, no dinners, no travel updates, no quotes... Just silence. I know that helped you anyway. I hope with time, that I'll fade into a happy memory from those years in his life.
"Being unseen and unavailable is addicting".
- Herhiddenotes
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"I refuse to rush my healing. I will take all the time I need."
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Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion
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My voice became a whisper, lost in the void.
Explanations, justifications – they all felt hollow. I didn't want to burden others with my pain, grief, and troubles. The memory of tears shared, leaving only regret, gnawed at me. Shame coiled around me, a relentless question: would normalcy ever return?
- HerHiddenotes
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