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PsychoticLlamas
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Sorry for tagging your art with just # oogh or # oh. Just know this means im profoundly moved
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I feel like a big part of enjoying life is being able to get excited over the truly small things, like having a fruit you like, wearing your fave socks, the smell of rain or the way light comes through your window.
When my anxiety got very severe last year, the thing that made life worth it was those tiny little things, which became tremendously important when I wasn’t well enough to really do anything or go anywhere for a year. A brown egg, some cute stickers, a wildflower my neighbour brought me on the way home from a party, seeing the weather change every day, watching the birds from my window… It’s happiness in miniature, and deserves some attention.
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You dumb kids don’t even know you’re dead yet.
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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it
#ao3#fanfic#unfortunately i only remember random info out of order or simply *vibes*#still helpful#reblogging for future reference
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been stricken by the beauty of the grotesque lately. consider this a love letter to @quezify btw
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Deer and jackdaws.
The birds feed on ticks from the deer, and also assist in removing velvet from growing antlers.
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what if i just rest my eyes for a second
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out of the wind by Audre Lorde
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Frederick Judd Waugh (American, 1861-1940), Ebbing Waters. Oil on canvas, 29.5 x 36 in
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It is what it is but like. Can it be something else
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Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "Father Roger Goes for a Walk"
[Text ID: It's the last day of somebody's childhood. / And every day I'll try / to do one thing I like, / in memory of being happy.]
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you'll just be minding ur business and then suddenly the air smells like an august evening in 2005
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Sue Bristo
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Transitions 🚥
In your future's past life
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Pets love to show up like Hello i am Mystery Wet :)
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