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I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you’re not anymore.
Maggie Stiefvater, Linger
This is not the sound of a new man or a crispy realization It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away Your love will be Safe with me
Bon Iver, Re: Stacks lyrics
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Pablo Picasso
There are so many things in life we analyze, we end up asking ourselves, what is my purpose? Contemplate choices, doubting directions to take? And sometimes, there comes along, a unexplainable energy, radiating so strongly, that all negativity dissolves and the world becomes pure beauty, worth every breath. So powerful and captivating and it’s completely you, there is no need to doubt perfection, you are the proof.
audiovessel
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
...each sunset speaks, each sunset heals part of your wounds.
q8ieng, writing prompt #32: write about healing
We got lost in each other, the way one becomes lost at sea. You don’t know where you are exactly, but you know one thing for certain, that no matter where you go the water surrounds you.
Nicholas A Browne | Prose 54
Listen — are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?
Mary Oliver, Have You Ever Tried To Enter The Long Black Branches