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Be careful what you tell her. Because she’s listening. 💛 // December Theme: No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // Song: "Betty Dear" by Blue Dot Sessions. From the Free Music Archive. CC BY-NC //4.0#liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #lifestories #couragetorise #atticuspoetry #thesunandherflowers #atticus #rupikaur
It all works in mysterious ways, sweet soul. Sometimes when you want to fly, life tells you it’s time to fall. And others, when you expect to fall, the winds of this life can carry you further than you ever thought possible. They say none of us control the winds— and so many of us think we do. That we can. We spend this life trying to control things and plan things and we think— we hope— that we can have it all figured out. That if— somehow— we can have all the answers to all the big questions— life will be better. Easier. So we do it. We ask them. And once those big questions have been asked, it leaves a big space for an answer. An answer that wants to fill in the hole at the end of the question mark. And the longer it takes, the bigger that space feels. But here’s the thing, sweet soul. About life. Empty spaces after question marks— they aren’t a bad thing. Those spaces are going to be filled with life. No matter what you plan. Or don’t plan. And sometimes you’ll get an answer that fills the whole space at once. And others— others you’re going to have to wait for a bunch of beautiful pieces to fit together. And that’s the beauty of it all. That we don’t control the winds, sweet soul— only, as they say— the sails. So wait out the answers. And ask your questions. But make sure you live in that empty space after the question mark. Live. And never forget, sweet soul— that sometimes we float. And sometimes— we fly. ♥ // December Theme: No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #lifestories #couragetorise #atticuspoetry #thesunandherflowers #atticus #rupikaur
Sometimes there is magic. There is just no other word to call it. Sometimes— in random corners of this beautiful earth, it appears without warning. It barges it’s way into unsuspecting hearts— and changes the way eyes see. Footsteps walk. Worlds turn. It’s almost as if some powerful unseeable force just slows the world and all it’s spinning— and lets us see— really see— the fibers that tie us together. As humans. As billions of beautiful hearts sharing this journey together, however different our individual journeys may be. Magic is what changes things sometimes, sweet soul. Oh, I know you can’t use it as your compass in this life— but maybe— maybe— you can use it as a sign. That the world is still good. And you are part of it. And together, we create something pretty darn special. Merry Christmas, loves. May it be filled with hope and love and family and yes, even a little magic. ♥ // December Theme: No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #lifestories #couragetorise #atticuspoetry #thesunandherflowers #atticus #rupikaur
What makes you happy? ♥ // December Theme: Tick-tick, Tick-tock, No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // Song from bensound.com // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #atticuspoetry #atticus #jmstormquotes #jmstorm #jironword #loveherwild #lifestories
She wasn’t one of those girls who fell in love easily. The world of crazy whirlwind love-stories and big old shiny rings would probably look at her and call her a lot of things. Scared. Hurt. Closed-off. They would probably say she needed to let life in more— and let love do what it will within her. They would say that— but it’s only because they didn’t understand. She wasn’t any of those things. And she most certainly wasn’t scared of a love so deep and true it would change her eyes completely. A kind of love that would change her and show her who she was— all at the same time. I mean, she was completely, totally open to that. And maybe that was the difference. Because what she saw, and maybe the world didn’t spend as much time thinking about— is how expansive the spectrum of how we love each other is. And how many beautiful— but different— kinds of love there was in this world. There was young love. And the love of a family. There was love for things and experiences— for memories and friends. And then there was the romantic kind of love. And she figured there we’re exactly four ways we love each other when it comes to that. There are the people we shouldn’t love, but do. The ones we should love, but don’t. The perfect one— with the wrong timing. And then the one. The one who probably didn’t look and sound a thing like the one she’d been searching for her lifetime over. And that was the heart she wanted to wait for. To love with that kind of depth and certainty. And when she found that one— and they willingly took each other’s hands to walk forward in this life— she knew she was going to fall. Completely. Totally. Hopelessly. In. Love. So that’s what she’s waiting for. Just so you know. Because to her, honestly— everything else is just everything else. ♥ // November Theme: I am done surviving. It’s #timetolive // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #atticuspoetry #atticus #jmstormquotes #jmstorm #jironword #loveherwild #lifestories #narcissist
She had done a lot of thinking about life. About all the beautiful intersections of time and space— the collisions of hearts and footsteps. She had thought a lot about what she needs and what she wants— what she craves and yes, even what she doesn’t know she needs. Yet. And the product of all that thinking— of all that assessment— is something that is pretty darn ambiguous. She’d like to say she knows the answers to her questions and has it all planned out. She’d like to tell you she knows the yin to her every yang— the route to every destination— the cure to every hurt in her life. But she doesn’t. She’s no more qualified to make decisions for her future than you are. And she knows it. But there’s a simple reason for that, and it’s quite simply that she can’t tell you what’s going to happen down the road. She can’t tell you how what she needs now is going to transform into what she needs tomorrow. Or next week. Or three years from now. She can’t tell you what her heart will crave— what her footsteps will chase. The safe boundaries and unknown frontiers of her life won’t always stay the same, because this girl— she is always changing. But she does know what her heart wants now. Right now, she loves the places she can feel the pull of the future and the lessons of the past. She loves standing against a big sky or a crashing ocean, and feeling small. She loves the wind in her face, the warmth of the sun, the sound of summer nights. She longs for the moments she connects with this world— with another soul— on a level and in a way that words cannot explain. Like magic. And she loves turning her back on the chaos and the spin and sinking her bare toes into the sand. Or the cut grass. She loves laying back on a bed of earth, soaking in the smell of something real— and gazing up. Up, at a dark sky and an incredible canopy of stars. That— that is where she feels most alive. For now. ♥ // December Theme: Tick-tick, Tick-tock, No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #atticuspoetry #atticus #jmstormquotes #jmstorm #jironword #loveherwild #lifestories
And it’s calling, sweet soul. ♥ // November Theme: I am done surviving. It’s #timetolive // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #atticuspoetry #atticus #jmstormquotes #jmstorm #jironword #loveherwild #lifestories #narcissist
Let your footsteps have the courage to step forward. Now. Towards that place your heart keeps pushing you. For that, sweet soul, is the place your whole story begins. ♥ // November Theme: I am done surviving. It’s #timetolive // #liveinthedetails #thecaptionwriter #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writer #soul #inspire #author #atticuspoetry #atticus #jmstormquotes #jmstorm #jironword #loveherwild
