Constantly Pulled Between What We've Been Taught, What We Know And What We Feel.

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I hasten into you, i stumble and find myself in your arms. What a dreamy calamity!

- Anneshwa ✨

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Van Gogh And His Sunflowers by terry wei

One broken star in the infinite sky, dwindled softly through time, ache stricken, greedy for love. -Ann

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And may you have the courage to live your mysteries with an open heart.

[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

a poem by Frank O’Hara]

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

August.

Patty Dickson Pieczka, from “Autumn”, Beyond the Moon’s White Claw