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keep me where the light is

[i-wrotethisforme]

One of the most important things I’ve ever learned is that life goes on. People leave, relationships change, and things you loved become less fun. Parties end, seasons end, lives end. But good things happen too. It’s give and take, we lose and gain, things change for better and worse. We just have to accept and trust in that.

[iambrillyant]

“i am finding my way back to myself again. slowly, patiently, intricately. i am finding roads in between my heart and my mind that connect. i am finding melodies that taste good on my soul. i stray and i take detours occasionally, but i am finding my way back to myself again.”

iambrillyant

[i-wrotethisforme]

The most attractive thing you could show someone is effort & the most important thing you could give someone is time.

[wnq-anonymous]

“I want to make my own life a masterpiece.”

— Unknown (via fy-perspectives)

[wnq-writers]

Things you taught me:

1. How to love things (people) even when they are broken.

2. How to break yourself by doing #1

Chrissy Vistiaire

[wnq-writers]

“time is irreversible, because some things are only meant to be felt once. mistakes are vital in the process of being human, fortunately for us, there is hope; a possibility that if we’re given that moment again, chances are we’ll do it right.”

— ekta somera

[wnq-writers]

Don’t you ever mistake that my solitude is replaceable by love. If the idea of loving carries the baggage of disturbing the calmness of my soul and the tranquillity of my heart, then I totally shun such an idea of love-making. To me, love must be a force that allows us to further deeply connect to ourself. Love must be an energy that keeps helping us to further realize our highest potential. Its all about reaching to one’s own roots before we entwine our branches to produce the sweetest of fruits.

[ed-gy]

[proudpuddle]

[tkkatherineblog]

[silk101]

[melisica]

[neonartwork]

[sickpage]

[shantrising-deactivated20200105]

[genterie]

[wnq-writers]

“She was also the most lonely and sad. She was a genius of sadness — immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. She addressed her world honestly, albeit hesitant at times, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her.”

-Unknown