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the littlest things become intimate when you’re with the right person.
i hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd–The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
—Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet (Pantheon, 1991, originally published in 1982)
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Emily Brontë
When someone waits for you at the end of the road, that's patience. When someone walks with you through storms, that's love. Learn the difference.
It’s on YOU..to get YOU where YOU wanna be.
“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”
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I meant it when I said I was letting go.
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the way this is supposed to be the prime of my life
for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.
it’s never too late. for anything: to apologize, to chase a dream, to try again, to forgive, to pick up a hobby, to fall in love, to change. you can do it whenever you want
As long as you are breathing, nothing is ever too late. There's always more room to be better and to do better, don't get pressured by society's norms. As long as what you're doing radiates you to become a better person, go for it. Positivity has no limit.
“The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.”
— Warsan Shire
By Martine Barrat