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citrangulus · 17 days

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the whisper of turning pages feels like a secret conversation with history

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eeuwigestilte · 18 hours

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Put a song for every letter in your url and tag the amount of people in your url !

thank you for tagging me, @critterofthenight :))

e - enjoy the silence (depeche mode)

e - everywhere (fleetwood mac)

u - under pressure (queen and david bowie)

w - wütendes glas (grauzone)

i - icarus (spinvis)

g - girls (girl in red)

e - enola gay (OMD)

s - shake the disease (depeche mode)

t - talk (hozier)

i - i am a rock (simon & garfunkel)

l - lena (2 belgen)

t - this corrosion (sisters of mercy)

e - es tu weh (leftovers)

tagging (no pressure :)): @stoertebeker @victortalkingmachine @john-keels-sinister-goatee @rosandguilarehead1968 @rainstormraven @sherbertilluminated @lostmoonmuse @citrangulus @angstkater @magrittr @fjorrd @therealdostoevsky @maislabyrinthsverirrung

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citrangulus · 23 days

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sometimes, it's in the quiet moments, a shared glance over morning coffee, where love whispers the loudest, saying everything in a silence that's comfortably loud with 'us'.

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citrangulus · 19 days

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the fact that books will always seduce me anywhere i see them in small stores, big stores, train stations, airports...if i see a book store, i'm there. we're one.

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citrangulus · 17 days

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every sunset is a quiet closing of one chapter, promising the fresh ink of twilight for stories yet to be written.

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citrangulus · 23 days

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vintage postcards from the 20s

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citrangulus · 20 days

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reblog this if i can talk with you about classic literature, art, historical spots of old cities and most importantly our shared love for poetry

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citrangulus · 22 days

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laughing at your own jokes in an empty room because sometimes, you're your own best audience!!! it's these solo comedy shows that remind you, amidst the echoes of laughter, that finding joy in your own company isn't just okay—it's a form of self-love, a celebration of your own brilliant, quirky mind!!

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citrangulus · 23 days

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Jan Pawlowski - Field of Daisies

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citrangulus · 19 days

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friendship is like finding your favourite song in someone else’s playlist—it's that moment of surprise and delight, realizing that the same melodies resonate with someone else.

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citrangulus · 24 days

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ever notice how making your bed in the morning feels like a tiny victory? it’s like telling the day, "look, i've got my life together," even if it’s just for the five minutes before everything else goes sideways. small wins, big dreams!!

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citrangulus · 16 days

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alone. just me and the nature. just me, with some paper in my hand and a pencil, writing off my thoughts over the past few years. i'm sick. tired. exhausted. i don't want anyone. i don't know anyone. i want peace. i want to be calm in my head. my body. just me. I've to deal with things in life on my own, it's the progress. life isn't linear. but it's making me feel like i'm drowning sometimes. i just want to breathe for once. even though i'm alone it sometimes feels like i'm around the wrong people.

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citrangulus · 17 days

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isn't it curious how the moon, unchanging and constant, casts a soft glow that turns the ordinary night into a scene from a poet’s dream?

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citrangulus · 19 days

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those moments when the spring air whispers through the leaves, and the birds begin their songs at dawn, it's like the world knows you need a smile. just tiny chirps, and somehow, the day seems a little brighter, a soft reminder from the universe that joy comes in simple, sunlit notes.

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citrangulus · 19 days

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the moment when the sun dips just below the horizon, not quite day, not yet night, and the sky blooms in shades of fire and whispers—it's like the universe is holding its breath, caught in a second of silent awe. in that suspended time, there's a sense of everything and nothing, a canvas stretched across the horizon, painting the promise of tomorrow in strokes of light and shadow. it's an unspoken vow that the sun will rise despite everything, bringing warmth to the cold, light to the dark, a daily masterpiece that asks for nothing but offers everything.

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citrangulus · 23 days

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more post cards i found on the web to heal my inner child

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