Believe you can and you're halfway there.

More and more, day by day, my life feels like an ultimate rush thrill ride. One minute I’m in the air, soaring to unimaginable heights. Close my eyes, I plunge toward the earth, breath caught within the fear, then inches from the crash, I find my wings.

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Favorite Jar by (Vincent Bourilhon)

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I never change, I simply become more myself.

Joyce Carol Oates, Solstice (via wordsnquotes)

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bloom to bloom

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[quotethat]

The mind I love must have wild places.

Katherine Mansfield (via quotethat)

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Jungle Book by Yusuke Oono

[impactd]

And though your start was small, your end will be very great.

Job 8:7 (via impactd)

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[booksqouted]

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (via booksqouted)

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-Esther 4:14

Rejoice in every second, knowing that God is working through you in ways that no one but He knows.

[inkyrainbows]

Most times, you'll find that it isn't a persons looks that does them in. It's their charm.

[inkyrainbows]

the earth is full of beauty. we are born into it and then, we are forgotten in it. we build houses, lives, create our own spaces which at some point becomes another's, a space that overtime is also forgotten collecting cobwebs, dust, rust poetic in its existence, deteriorating an untouched state still, broken, color, and paint chips remnants, an old chair crumbling walls and torn paper, discolored. emotion, past, a story, beauty.

[deeplifequotes]

survive, thrive, and become a better you.

(via deeplifequotes)

[crashcourses]

Finding strength in everything terrible that’s ever happened to you, is one of the most rewarding ways to find hope, and most importantly find happiness.

CrashCourses (via crashcourses)

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The way my body articulates itself when it’s in your arms. The way my skin breaks out into poetry and my pulse into song. The way your hands are fluent in my scars and seemed to automatically know all the places that needed mending. The way my soul blossoms through my skin to be caressed by you. The way I can lie this bare before you and completely trust you not to break me. This must be some sort of spell you have me under, some strange magic. Whatever it is I never want to wake up from it.

Myss  (via wnq-writers)