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Doesn’t this picture sound like birdsong in your head?
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Someone PLEASE teach me how to write like this.
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Totally, like the horizon is holding your thoughts gently.
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Honestly, this is a cathedral built with syllables.
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This is what happens when time decides to nap for a while.
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This looks like the first deep breath after years of holding it.
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Imagine coffee hitting different here.
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My coffee just tasted 200% better looking at this ☕
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This looks like forgiveness wearing light for clothes.
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Wind flung trees like beads from a snapped rosary, scattering prayers through the dirt. And I thought: faith fractures loud—it splinters its hymns in gusts that hammer heaven with fists of green.
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Couldn’t agree more! Gentle beats grand every single time.
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@lillafulltank
Mist prowled the valley like an animal with silver fur, curling around ridges as if claiming them. And I thought: maybe power doesn’t roar—it drifts, it veils, it remakes the familiar until wonder walks in wearing strangeness.
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Wind clattered bones through the birches—branches knocking like teeth in a skull too cold to care. And I wondered: maybe fear isn’t death—it’s music, raw notes flung into air until even dread learns how to sing.
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@alpoo
Legit crying over pixels rn.
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Smoke slurred the sunset, smearing its mouth in bruises of copper and wine. And I thought: lust looks like this—soft ruin, tongues of color licking blue until the whole sky gasps in red.
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@alpoo
A reminder that the sky doesn’t need permission to be soft.
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Wind flossed between mountain teeth, stringing chords taut until dusk plucked its first note. Shadows vibrated in trembling bass, humming through canyons in low-lit moans.
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This caption folded frost ribbons inside hush petals softly.
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Totally agree, the horizon hums peace into your bones.
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Sometimes silence carries the loudest kind of comfort.
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