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[Literarium @Literarium12]

my head aches; I have a lot to say to you and am unable to summarize it.

Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka
June 26, 1913

[Emmy 🦋 @emmyxtweets]

I don’t think people speak enough about the quiet regret that follows after being vulnerable with someone you believed was safe. There is a particular kind of heartbreak in realising that the hands you trusted to hold your truth were the same ones that made you regret revealing it at all. It makes you mourn not only the person, but also the softness in you that trusted so openly. And perhaps that is why betrayal feels so heavy, because it teaches the heart to hesitate where it once reached naturally.

[1OF1 🅿️ @Only1P_]

They think you tryna win arguments, Whole time you just want them to understand you

[❀ @orionsswan]

plans for summer

[𓆩♡𓆪 @dontlovedave]

never disrespect someone who made sure you’re okay when nobody else did

[𝐢Ceberg̶ @ionfwnuin]

mfs love missing the point

[47 @youshouldfw47]

Till disrespect do us part

[𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑎 @elyradream]

higlaine trail

[femiiiiii. @femiiiszn]

i miss my prime era (finishing a book in a day or two)

[𝜗℘ @22lacei]

The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.

[miia @miiagarro]

been on my last straw for bout 300 straws now

[𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑎 @naturehealyou]

weeping willows might just be the most beautiful trees in existence

[☁️ @gardenofcolours]

blue moon

[books 📖 @bookpoets]

sometimes a good cry is all you need

[☈€ᗰ☡€↳ 🥀⭒ @ohremzel]

my life just feels like this scene lately

[✒️ @Literariium]

Big fan of when the Sun finds its way through the trees. ☀️