grow and bloom in your own time, my love.
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grow and bloom in your own time, my love.
They say, “Go with the flow.” Just like water, you should flow with Time. The more you fight the wave and the winds of change, you’ll wear yourself out and you’ll drown. You can’t fight time. You can’t fight the will of the wind. You can just flow with it no matter how hard it is. It teaches you humility and obedience.
Wisdom belongs to the aged, and understanding to the old. - Job 12:12
always in my mind.
your road is yours, and yours alone.
You decide.
Once you hear the truth in pieces then you put them together as you bleed by the cuts they inflict on your fingers with their sharp edges, you’ll be able to see a mosaic of broken pieces that speaks a masterpiece of the truth.
Moving on isn’t a competition about who gets to be happy first after the break up. It’s about realizing both of your needs, and how you two failed to fill those necessary requirements that each of you demands.
better days ahead.
John 15:13
life by the sea.
protect the innocence of a child.
in pieces, yet beautiful.
il duomo.
chillax with your friends, and have an ice candy.
fight the darkness.
“a picture is a poem without words.” - horace