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write a letter to your inner child & i’ll tell you what flower you’ve blossomed into.
𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘.
"through the dancing poppies stole a breeze most softly lulling to my soul." — john keats, endymion (1818), book I, line 565.
— you seem to mourn your past, as your inner child has died. you've been through your battles yet still have an immense amount of hope for the future.
a yearning for peace of mind is what you have when you try to look for the sparks you've once felt in your life. but remember, you will no longer have to fight or defend yourself after you grow in a field where the vibrance of your petals are accepted.
stolen! ( apologies ) tagging: @etrefurieuse @gamenu @homra-no-artemis @hanahaken @miburoni @nigiyakaken @loreconcepts @obscuritcs @ofliminalities @quiirin @textsfromkatsuragi @vulpesse @prsonatm @undergrounclmafia