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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@myfearismystrength
comfortable seat.
the broken can be made for climbing up and getting out.
still.
mixed up.
you can feel something, think it in your head and believe it. it is the person bold enough to write it down to be quoted with it. be brave enough to be the one to reveal it.
If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders.
Andrew Harvey
"Life is not about the people who act true to your face. It’s about people who remain true behind your back."
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
Steve Jobs
The sun reminds us that our own shining truth is never extinguished. Our light shines within us at all times, no matter what else occurs around us. Though the sun gives us daily proof of its existence, sometimes our belief in our own light requires more time. Patience. Practice.
This is what I know: memory is the same as water. It permeates and saturates. Quenches and satiates. It can hold you up or pull you under; render you weightless or drown you. It is tangible, but elusive. My memories are like this: the watery dreams of the past I can no more easily grasp than a fistful of the ocean. Some days they buoy me. Other days they threaten me with their dangerous draw. Memory. Water. Our bodies are made of it; it is what we are. I can no longer separate myself from my recollections. On the best days, on the worst days, I believe I have dissolved into them.
take these broken wings, learn to fly again.