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Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.

Paolo Coelho (via lazypacific)

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spiritualpoet

“I waited for him for so long and he would not, did not come. And at first it made me cry, yes it did make me numb… How come, I ask… In a flash, I could experience a love that made me experience incarnations life times long, And then almost in an instant, it was gone…. And then, once more, there was no home. It was a nostalgia that mimicked de ja vu, The both, wrapped in two, In summery- mid Spring, melodic hues, and tunes, I knew that he felt familiar, that I had sailed across oceans to find him, to be with him again, and he had died, and been reborn into the souls of unfamiliar men - just to lay beside me again. In whatever form we chose.. But we always arose with the dawn, and made sure that by the morn, we had found one another. The pain every time that we separated felt like sweet death all over again, and at the time I wished exactly for sweet death, physical death to sweep me off my feet, to put an end to my defeat, to submerge me in waters ocean deep - for I could not sleep, I could only stand to mourn, to weep, for a lover who no longer wanted me… I cried a cry that clenched my chest, I did my very best, I said my prayers with zest, and all the rest… But to no avail, A sorrowful tale, I say why it is just a test, a trial, upon numerous trials - to bring me to the best version of me, to taste redemption, the likes of which I had never seen. Such a great, great sacrifice, To lose him once again in this life, this time, not to war, or famine, or strife, But to life, itself… He wanted to taste true freedom, I cannot blame him. I remember the ways in which I hurt him - things that a woman should never ever do, Split him through the middle right in two… Yet, forgave me, he did, For his love was just like a kids, so pure, so true, so innocent, I have never known a soul so magnificent, And I will never, ever stop reminiscing.. Love, on what was…. I wonder, will it be, again, my sweet, old soul-ed friend?”

- Cindy Anneh-bu

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introvertunites

If you’re an introvert, follow @introvertunites.

psych-facts

Loneliness comes in two basic varieties. When it results from a desire for solitude, loneliness is a door we close against the world. When the world instead rejects us, loneliness is an open door, unused.

Forever Odd -via incandescentghost (via psych-facts)

sharpayevansunofficial-deactiva

Single September Only me October No boyfriend November D-deprived December

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Just me January

transcriber

Forever alone February

plumx

Me myself and I March

my-sterious

Alone again April

elouphant

Maybe it’ll happen May

elouphant

Just kidding June

tt30v

Jesus I need a man July

tohru-sama

All by myself August

taaamekaa-deactivated20180912

These all sound horrible tbh

rosymary

Just my money January Feelin free February Mucho money March Always available April Many memories May Just jolly June Jammin out July Always fly August Still free September Only fun October Never cheated on November Damn, that was fun. December

bl-ossomed

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic

Frida Kahlo (via bl-ossomed)

hplyrikz

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.

(via hplyrikz)