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Never leave someone who touches your soul more than your body.γ»β₯γ»β’.β‘γ»β’.
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Autumn is made for coffee. Cool autumn days are the perfect time to wrap yourself in its velvety aroma. A delicious cup of coffee is like a warm hug in a mug, it reminds you that there are still good things in the world.. M.
Collage by me.
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I'd like to touch you
as I touch your name.
But I'm afraid of the moment
when I'll see your eyebrows and lips.
There are so many lines
that kill tenderness
and so many dim lights
that don't whisper of love.
I'd like to know you by touch,
I'd like you to come at night,
lean over me sleeping
and leave again like the moon.
I'd stop staring
at the motionless window
and fall asleep
cuddled in the scent of you.
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I miss when people respected other people, when they were not afraid to show their sensitivity, delicacy, care and empathy. I miss when people were able to selflessly help, truly love, be faithful and truthful, stand up for the weaker, when they put words into actions. I miss it when people didn't pretend to be someone they are not, for whom what mattered was being and not having: having more money, followers, likes, fake accounts... I would like a woman to look like a woman, not a silicone monster when a man he is not a femeboy or another female hybrid, but a truly male individual, attracting not only with his physicality, but also with his charisma and personality. I long for people to simply be good to people... - M.γ»β’γ»κ³β’.β³π ππΎπ·β―πβ’κ³β’.
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To make your dreams come true, you have to pay a high price for them, often go through difficult times, experience suffering, disappointment and humiliation, but you risk everything for them to at least touch them, and even though you try very hard, they are never close enough so you can catch them and keep them, and that's enough to break your heart..
~Monika
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Only when you realize that it is not another day, but one day less, you will start to appreciate life...
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We all have our own magical place where our soul feels best. A place to which we want to return...
Collage by me.
When we are very young, we are limited by the outside world,Β determined by the groups we belong to, also by other people. With time, we begin to observe life more and discover the truth about ourselves, we know more and more who we are and what we want. Life becomes real, takes on its proper meaning and shape, it's seen not as a collection of isolated scenes, but as a whole. Only then we can guide it properly and be happy.
M.
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