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god’s strongest soldiers are girls who are constantly overwhelmed by everything. and also girls on the first day of their period

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I wannnaaaaaaa go this folklore place

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

Being around water and just hearing nature gives me peace

Being in our natural habitat is good for us.

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory