I now seek shelter outside my own body.

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[my-stranger-soul]

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[my-stranger-soul]

I've been thinking we're meant to be But I don't know how to show you the best of me Yeah, I want you, do you want me, too?

[eliamertell]

I’m not deluded. I know there are plenty of athletes more deserving of publicity than me. And I would like to apologize if my silly antics have cast a shadow over their achievements. […] I know I originally only intended to jump 70 meters. But as people much wiser than me say: Competing the Olympics doesn’t mean anything as you sell yourself short. I didn’t come here as a novelty act. And I will not be coming home as one. Eddie the Eagle (2016)

[my-stranger-soul]

❝ In fact, I love it. I love it very nearly as much as proving people wrong.

[my-stranger-soul]

Yup..

[wnq-writers]

“She confronted volcanoes, And came away breathing ash.”

graciepoetry, ‘Progress’ (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

There is a war inside you begging for peace. I pray you find your strength.

N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)

[my-stranger-soul]

MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED

We are the authors of our lives. We write our own daring endings. When we run from struggle, we are never free. So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.

We craft love from heartbreak, Compassion from shame, Grace from disappointment, Courage from failure.

Showing up is our power. Story is our way home. Truth is our song. We are the brave and brokenhearted. We are rising strong.

[my-stranger-soul]

MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED

With skinned knees and bruised hearts; We choose owning our stories of struggle, Over hiding, over hustling, over pretending.

When we deny our stories, they define us. When we run from struggle, we are never free. So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.

We will not be characters in our stories. Not villains, not victims, not even heroes.

We are the authors of our lives. We write our own daring endings.

We craft love from heartbreak, Compassion from shame, Grace from disappointment, Courage from failure.

Showing up is our power. Story is our way home. Truth is our song. We are the brave and brokenhearted. We are rising strong.

[wnq-writers]

i now seek shelter outside my own body. what stranger has my soul become?

poetofblues  (via wnq-writers)

[my-stranger-soul]

Dangerous City edition

[my-stranger-soul]

Dangerous City edition

[my-stranger-soul]

Dangerous City edition

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Dangerous City edition