the compassionate exchange -
beneath a canopy of intertwined dreams, a vendor's stall stands, an island of serenity in sentimarket's sea. vials of glistening joy shimmer on shelves, corked with the promise of brighter days. beside them, jars of distilled sorrow, dark and deep, await those seeking empathy's touch.
the vendor, a sage of sentiment, reads the hearts of passersby. with a knowing smile, he offers a trade—a memory of first love for the balm of solace, a token of pure elation for the shadow of a doubt. his wares are not mere emotions; they are experiences, captured and cradled in glass.
the air around the stall is perfumed with possibility, each breath inhaled tells a different tale. the ground, scattered with petals of laughter, softens the step of weary souls. and the light that filters through the canopy casts a gentle glow, painting each transaction with the hues of understanding.
here, at this humble stall, the currency is compassion, and the exchange is more than fair. it's a place where spirits are lifted, burdens shared, and hearts find a moment's peace in the heart of sentimarket's insidious design.
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haley heynderickx, jo / arthur kearns via @obsob / minnie bruce pratt, the fact of the garden
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I have always loved people in a way that would allow them to tear me apart. it took me far too long to realize I should stop loving people who are willing to do that to me.
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romanticise your life, take pretty pictures, feel like the main character, light up a candle, read books, go for a walk, dance to your favourite music, buy yourself presents, do whatever you want, be happy - this is your life, don’t let anyone take it from you
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