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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@ardcy
GRATITUDE AFFIRMATIONS
š I am grateful for all the opportunities presented to me
š I am grateful for always learning and growing
š The universe continues to provide for me despite any fears and doubts
š I am loved
the vision and action must go hand in hand.
Isabel Allende ā The House of the Spirits
restart, and heal
I have SO much love in my dumb stupid bitch ass body
āI hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and thatās all they do. They donāt pull away. They donāt look at your face. They donāt try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.ā
ā Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)
Clear your mind here
(via hplyrikz)
āāWhat do you fear the most?ā āTo have no place in this world,ā he answered, āto be forgotten.ā āWhat about you?ā He asked as he turned to her. āAlmost similar.ā She smiled a little. He waited patiently as she tried to find the right words to speak out her thoughts. āTo have no place in your heart,ā she said eventually, āAnd to be forgotten by you.āā
ā Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #264 // Fear (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Nooooooooooo
@WeHeartI /entry/180607562
Repressed beats leave scar tissue. Strangersā insides bleed and I shatter: over, over. There is ache and nothing else. Strange, not unpleasant. Not concrete, time open and hollow.
You cracked eggshell armour, snapped hands that could not hold on the time they were supposed to. (ItĀ was guilt and loveĀ and guilt of love).
I am not worth explanation. I crack mirrors and bleed from my reflection. Seven years doubles, triples, expands from my chest and into yours. I fall
into sadness, call it peace. I love nothing, something, everything. I stay awake and wait for this, cry myself to life, pretend to care
for something else, pretend the feeling will grow a different face, that Iāll name a bus stop, lecture hall after the feeling without the feeling morphing
back to this, again. Nothing new, nothing close enough to hurricanes or kindness or this fear I do not mind, do not run from, as if I canāt see the dangerĀ of this: myself, my own heart, swept away only to lieĀ about the tide. Calm, content with this lackĀ of light, pretending the moon hasnāt pulled me all this time. ā poeticallyordinary
āyou are the smell before rain / you are the blood in my veinsā
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New