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Look around you. Appreciate what you have. Nothing will be the same in a year.
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Concept: We talk out our issues, support each other & grow together
Diana Atli
—Albert Camus
holding yourself accountable and tearing yourself down are two different things
how to do it (asking seriously)
be aware of what you’ve done wrong. forgive yourself and learn from it rather than beating yourself up over it and thinking it’s just a part of you that can’t be changed. know that you can’t go back and undo it but also that in the future you can do better and not repeat the same regret. self hatred stemming from regret is hard to control, but it can be managed with patience and practice.
“You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.”
— Craig Thompson
Emily Yates
There is no point in praying for victory over temptation if we are not willing to make a commitment to say no to it.
Jerry Bridges
i be like “i don’t care” and then my chest starts hurting
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Marya Hornbacher // Maya Angelou
in the AM light
i see the shadows on your jawline
counted the greys in your hair
and i loved each one of them
the years between us melt away
you pour yourself a coffee as i pour myself into you
pull me close as you whisper “mine”
and for the rest of the day
that will be my name
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