On a day like today, when old tears that I thought dried up flow again, my small heart that hasn’t fallen asleep breathes. Like the birds that fly in the endlessly far sky, I don’t wanna look back. Past this road, Spring is somewhere. Rain falls on the strengthlessly stopped world so today grows again. I’m living that day.

Park Hyoshin; Breathe

nov 29 2020 ∞
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Who cares about the crowded broad street? I'll walk on my single plank bridge till it's dark

  • isabelli; 1998; she/her
  • brazil - rj (bxd)
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  • historian; preschool teacher
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nov 29 2020 ∞
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