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a fund raised for my friend's irl classmate. guys please help her, if you can donate it's appreciated and if you can't, share and that's also appreciated, I understand. please at least spread the word 
          
          https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-daniela-fight-stage-4-cancer/cl/s?attribution_id=sl:08bd05e1-812d-416a-acc2-a5577d80de9e&lang=en_US&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

i seeee you’re votessss hehehe

manifesting the guy ️ ️

Join the awards y'all, best one atm <33
          @Shooketha ♡
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555 followers... magic number y'all. something's good coming for me, i know it. ️

am i jobless for stalking people i used to follow/be friends with years ago? 
          
          have a cookie y'all 

uh hi 

❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞

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a small token of kindness (05th january 2023) 
          
          rain of refinement, earth of bloodshed; tropospheric rocks and primitive nightshade.  a seizure of clairvoyance, a mask of a stone; a memory loosened, a breath of disease. harm catapulted, catastrophic love; a wound transparent, blood a pinch of sea salt. 
          
          a pomegranate churlish, a caterpillar soft and green; firelight shells,  evening that murmurs fantasies. mourn the bell, the bell of heroism; creative feathers, heart of fresh fabric. tales of clouds, tales of uterus; a fallible dare, a poetic sickness. 
          
          sun sealed moon, wrapped, unwrapped; slip like a streamlet of smoke, a sharpness that floats. pulse that radiates, sleet that breathes; wings of bones, emotions an augury. autumn of balance, florid tinders; quietus fingertips, life an organ buzzing. 
          
          warped pollen, petals a haze; clouded blooms and lips of scents. ballrooms of solitude, chandeliers of pianos; what a song like that of feet tapping against measured slivers. what is fire hurts not itself but others, as the sun that burns its earth, as the moon tender upon eyes but hurts its heart the most. 
           #adropofhumanity