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Sometimes it's the people we love the dearest who sneak the most hurt under our skin. Never forget to have the final say about who you are even when you trust the words of someone else.
Kayley Vandenberg
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
Tove Jansson, “Moominvalley in November”
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Heaven is a pretty girl is her perfume on the pillows is her mouth touching your mouth is the fearless way she kisses your collarboneHeaven is her chia seeds on your counter is her almond milk in the fridge is her mug next to yoursis her lipstick on your belly on your neck on your teeth Heaven is her body when it is not leaving your body when it is not leaving at all
Caitlyn Siehl, Heaven Is
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I don't require much to feel far-removed; to impose my wanderings on what's close. Because of this, my friend and I have started calling ourselves nook people. Those of us who seek corners and bays in order to redeployed our hearts and not break the mood. ... What a nook person wants is space, however small, to follow whatever image is driving her, instead of sensing like she might have to trade it in or share it before she's willing. Her awakening demands no stage but, rather room to store that second half of what she deems her double life: what's corrugated inside. Intuition's build up.
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I'm going to promote myself exactly as I am, with all my weak points and my strong ones. My weak points are that I'm self-conscious and often insecure, and my strong point is that I don't feel any shame about it.
Patti Smith