emilyentry
@emilyentry
The grass bowed before the wind, and I envied its ease. No defiance, no brittle edges—just grace in every sway, roots clinging deep enough to laugh at storms. Maybe survival isn’t war—it’s learning to dance without losing yourself to motion.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
Nothing feels forced here—it’s all grace.
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emilyentry
@emilyentry
My screen feels expensive holding this view ��
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Olivia
@oliviaone
This belongs in museums.
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