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“Your ability to remain soft is not a weakness. Don’t let life harden your soul. There is strength and bravery in vulnerability.”

— Billy Chapata, Chameleon Aura (via anditslove)

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Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova

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Gabriel Zaid, from "Circe" as featured in Gods and Mortals: Modern Poems on Classical Myths

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She's a shooting star,

Streaking across,

A bright spot in the night sky.

She's a diamond,

See her sparkle and shine,

She's unbreakable.

She's morning sunshine,

Soft and warm,

The world wakes with her.

She's tears of joy,

Glistening beautifully,

Staining freckled cheeks.

She's moving music,

Strong and sweet,

She stirs all hearts.

She rises like the moon,

Not to dazzle,

But to light the way home.

W.S.

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I want to watch everything everywhere all at once so badly but im too sensitive rn im not in the right place mentally and I know it will destroy me

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Don’t be afraid of losing people, be afraid of losing yourself trying not to lose someone else.

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“Is this how he sees her? As an exotic beauty? I console myself with the knowledge that even the most beautiful flowers wither and die.”

— My Sister, the Serial Killer, Oyinkan Braithwaite

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It’s hard for me to say “I’m jealous of the way you’re happy without me”

-Labrinth

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2022 is more flowers, more rosé, more perfume, more pink, more dance, more lingerie, more skincare, more healthy food, more books, more gardens and more self love.

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When someone lies to you but you already know the truth

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Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

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“There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood.”

— Brad Meltzer

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Fading to black and white

My camera is failing me, And that fills me up with fright, What once was bright and colourful, Is now in black and white.

What once was clear and vivid, Gets darker every day, And my memories of sunshine, Are now clouds of mourning grey.

My focus is all misty, And the landscape’s in a cloud, And what once was full of life, Now lies dead beneath a shroud.

But the camera never lies; What you see is what you get, And my photos are all fading, And I’m filled up with regret.

Poem: Ambrose Hart @ambroseharte @scatteredthoughts2

Photo: Stephi @stephiramona @ramonasphotos

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via pinterest

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