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Always craving.
Always determined. Mademoiselle believes in ambition driven by passion, fueled by an enterprising and industrious nature, nourished with enthusiasm.
“There is no royal flower-strewn path to success. And if there is, I have not found it, for if I have accomplished anything in life it is because I have been willing to work hard.” – Madam C.J. Walker
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Always elegance.
Always demure . Mademoiselle.
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Always inclined.
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” ― Virginia Woolf
Always intellect.
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Always rose coloured.
There was a moment, fleeting, brief, hazy, eyes closed, and you were there.
There was a moment, of credible confusion, when you slipped into your darkest place, doubts tavern.
There was a moment, in an instants pulse, when these eyes opened, not a trace of your apparition remained.
There was a moment, of certitude in truths, where empathy ceased, aspirations shuttered tight.
There was a moment, where it seemed possible, where all would be honourable, then hollow, sudden halting, no moments pursuant.
There was a moment, where doubt trumped hope, blessedly, meddling desire intervened, accompanied by passions indelible truth.
There was cautious optimism. Acceptance in whatever would, whatever could, come to pass or extinguish, dematerialising or alight.
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Always carpe diem.
“Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.” ― Lauren Oliver
Always ladylike. Mademoiselle.
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Always relinquish.
“Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.” - Paulo Coelho
Always break free.
“Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don’t even know it.” ― Nenia Campbell
Always feminine.
“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.” - Stephanie Perkins
Always pursue.
“If you have a dream, don’t just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.” ― Roopleen
Always sheathed.
“I am as wrapped up in her as a vine that clings to a tree seeking for sustenance. She’s tied me to her for eternity. She’s my home. She’s my reason for being. To win and hold her heart is my only purpose.” ― Colleen Houck
Ho giocato ed ho perso….
Always begin again.
Always us.
“He was the wolf, and she was the rational hare, forgiving and accepting him as he was.” ― Louise Bourgeois
Pictured, Natalie Wood & Steve McQueen
Always remain.
The space of moments bleeding infinite more. Each adjoining architectures of a mind in want. Cravings like morning kisses and coffee. You were my calamitous addiction. Paltry, melting as days into night.
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