đż Meikinha. 20yo. In love with Brasil. We want to talk about soul. About dripping truth. About magic. About death. About struggle. About the worldâs heart-breaking pain. We are meant to merge with the moon, cry with the rain, rise with the tides, and shine with every goddamn slice of shimmering yellow sun. We are meant to make art that grows gritty wings and inspires sad, closed hearts to break the fuck open. Our dreams and visions and destinies must come first. Always. Because we arenât here to play small; to be polite, people-pleasing pretty plastic barbie dolls with empty, lifeless heartsâwe are here to make waves, to chase dreams, to stand in the blazing fires of truthâand we know it. We wonât fit. We arenât meant to. Our wings wonât slide through small doors. We are meant for so much moreâ Our dreams and visions and destinies must come first. Always. Please, answer the rain-drenched, whispering wolf calls of your wild soul. Do not let your wings lie sticky and suffocated, in a sad clump on the floor. Do not let your vibrant spirit wither into a colourless grey existence. Do not let your jewelled destiny lie dormant and dead. Do not live the life you think you âshould.â Fuck shouldâ Live the life that makes your heart beat louder, the life that sets your bones sweetly on fire, the life you canât stand not livingâ Answer the blossoming calls of your wild soul! Go, nowâ Into the lush, emerald forest of who you really are. Find yourself. Discover your gifts. Share your gritty magic with the world. Follow the promising path of your courageous destiny. Goâ Now. Do not settle for an empty half-life. Do not settle for good enough. Do not settle for anything less than exquisite or extraordinary. ~
There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand. without you even speaking a word.
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