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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”
— j. iron word
We romanticize the stars, but forget the dark is what made them visible.
the ability to sit down with another person and talk for hours about anything and everything is more attractive to me than anything else.
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"She's cooking tea."
“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”
— Nayyirah Waheed
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
— Mary Oliver
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i have not taken a picture of the clouds in a long time. that is why my heart feels empty and broken. i have not picked up the paintbrush or let my fingers strum softly on the strings of my guitar. that is why this season feels helpless. i have not let my feet lead me in an unattractive dance, or let my throat breathe strange vocals — some appealing, some not really. that is why the burden on my back seems heavier by the day. i have not gone on my knees or clasped my hands together, speaking words straight from the heart. that is why my heart mourns. i have not stared blankly at the sky, waiting for it to preach its story and assure me that i will be okay. that is why i am not okay. look at me and understand — the journey of life is filled with the little things we picked up along the way that made our hearts feel.
I can always handle everything on my own , but I melt when someone takes care of me and turns off my survival mode
i’ve prayed for times like this
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