credit: Djamila Knopf 108 letters
full of well-wishes and words of gratitude 108 letters full of happiness and memories 108 letters full of my time with you all and wishing i'd go back 108 letters full of kindness sent from sweat peas 108 letters amidst spring's rain for me
credit: Pascal Campion the drum beat
matches the slow, melancholic beat of my heart, and i feel at ease while my thoughts take a break and so do i
credit: u/JohnS1212_ there's a train
somewhere in the forest. it whistles when it rains and comes to a rest as the pattering ends. its only passenger, a lonely girl, carried around enigmatic bends and the forest's mysteries unfurl. the train's tracks are small puddles upon which a ghostly impression whispers and muddles the undergrowth's expression. as the clouds begin to clear and the tracks begin to dry, the train's station appears, the girl steps out, and waves goodbye.
credit:げみ i used to see
in various tones of gray i never wasted a moment pondering the grayness it simply was but you described the sunshine so beautifully i want to see what you see i want to see the world through eyes that can see in color for some reason, you weren't gray you lived vividly wherever you walked, the grayness melted and colors were born in my world, you're the artist and i'm seeing color for the first time
is something i never thought i'd have to do you were all i sought things are changing and so am i my life's rearranging there's no "see you later" only "goodbye"
credit: Higashi i'll be okay by myself.
i'll pass the time in a valley of forget-me-nots and fall asleep by myself. sleeping is easier when you're alone that much is true i feel like i can sleep peacefully maybe even eternally.
credit: mocha dandelion sunshine's got me
feelin' a little lonely-- missing my brother's cat and today, you.
credit: @Cocorabbt we're in need of a serotonin heist
to change this apathetic zeitgeist . the colors of the world are gone nobody seems happy and everything's wrong. we gotta stop self-pitying-- wake up and hear the whole city sing. the city is alive and so are we we're only unhappy if we choose to be. so get up, we've got some serotonin to steal-- it's time we finally feel.
credit: ふろく sad eyes
sittin' back row sketch book and a pen what's this world without a friend? guess she'll never know until she tries little miss lonely~
and hear your voice. so let’s put responsibilities aside for a moment and just be