“I Won’t Kiss You. It Might Get To Be A Habit And I Can’t Get Rid Of Habits.”

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im on tumblr bc im a romantic this energy doesnt exist on any other platform

I hope our words heal us. I hope every letter flowing out of our mouths embraces our wounds and heals them in a way, that even the scars disappear.

Anneshwa Paul / A melancholic December morning

When you touched me & cut me deep with your stare. My eyes bled merging into my lips. The flower of desparation bloomed and i called it LOVE.

-Anneshwa ✨

A sunny morning, loud chirps of the morning birds, and soothing mellow hymns of the rustling leaves

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2021 | August 31

Evening lofi 🌟

An evening stroll with a person I love…

Female hands in paintings

“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.”

— Federico García Lorca

August. My birth month. August, the month of heavy pours. August, the month of misty mountains. August, the month of most gorgeous sunsets.

August.