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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Tuanx3
@tuanx
Can silence kiss? Because I just felt it.
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