Being desperate for that sort of connection, I'd typically say things that were sensitive to me, including traumas I'd experienced as a kid that made me into the weirdo I am. Flash forward past all the happiness and warmth I felt with this person, to about a week ago.
I can say the right words, but God is always looking deeper, He gently shapes the place where my motives are formed, where compassion grows, and where love begins. So today, my prayer is to have a heart that is open, humble, and willing. A heart that listens before…
I feel that Tumblr is now the only social media platform that won’t randomly add people to my interests/algorithm telling me how to fix my health, finances, mind, body, what to read, what to watch, what to drink, or why I’m not starting some passive income scheme using AI
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cear down beloved posters, break fragile thoguhts, shatter weak mindedness, shove my head into tired walls,
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off violet iris, a blind yellow meadow or aslowers and suns unfurled, a blustery field
tatin stitch across your ripped skirt until
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