Life on the River
Sunday, 7 July 2024
Her smile was a whisper of sunlight, breaking through the storm clouds of my soul.🖤🖤🖤
Your body pressed against mine, I am powerless. I cannot think, I cannot move - all I can do is feel you, your touch, your skin on mine.
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In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. – Coco Chanel
Anastasiia Zakharenko by David Dubnitskiy
“It doesn't matter if I think like a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter anymore if I'm either or both or neither. All that shit seems so petty and immaterial now. There's so little difference between one human being and the next, it's just hypotheses, human ideas about life and the world and words that mean nothing, about definitions that mean nothing to Earth, to nature, to the universe. Boys and girls and intersex people and me--we're just ideas, and when we're dead, the ideas will go with us. It all means nothing.”― Abigail Tarttelin, Golden Boy
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All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.
