“You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living. Then You Read

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girl i am undergoing a terrifying metamorphosis 

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore

“She wished she had something like baseball that she could talk about with her daughter — a safe subject they could visit without subtext or aggression.”

— Min Jin Lee, Pachinko

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Snow - Ton van Steenbergen

Dutch, b. 1962 -

Pastel , 50 x 40 cm.

i wish romance was real and not just displaced longing for what was missing in the past

at work today after a snowstorm ❅

Suddenly it's December

and you're not seventeen anymore.

And you haven't been seventeen for a very long time,

but sometimes you need to remind yourself.

- Margaux paul