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Throughout my life I have met many different people. Some have noticed the gardens growing on my heart, each vine holding together what was once broken. Some have noticed the black holes hidden inside of me, finding their escape in my galaxy.

to those who got lost in me (via what-she-writes)

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I took comfort in the warmth of his words  as he reminded me that  we are all fighting the same war,  with different battles  We are all drowning in the same ocean, just different waves  We are all battling the same demons with different faces

my lover was a poet (via what-she-writes)

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My brown skin carries the revolutions of my country that were silenced.  But I will be its voice

Excerpt from a poem coming soon 🙌🏽 (via what-she-writes)

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is he poetry to you? how he takes your broken remnants, healing you piece by piece. The way he holds your quarters and halves making you whole again. Or how he unwraps each layer of your soul witnessing parts of you that no one has seen. reading the stories of your struggles that stay tucked away in the drawers of your silence. the resilience that remains unspoken. travelling the map of your body, reaching roads of ruination and homes of obliteration. because he noticed the walls inside of you crumbling and your morals stumbling . but he stepped on those broken pieces and with each step he destroyed the damage and the heartache. he picked up the wreckage of your life and built something new, something inconceivable is he poetry to you ? the way he traces your feelings with his fingertips. filling all your empty frames with masterpieces. how he wraps you with his words. creating vines that you desperately climb to reach the garden the grows inside of you. where he digs deep into to the hollows of your heart, weeding out your past so he can plant the future. is he poetry to you? the man who stops time just to hear you. the man who kills himself just to keep you alive. how he breaks himself in hopes of healing you. the man who looks past your skin and bones so he can witness the inconceivable, the irrecoverable parts of you. baby girl, he learned to love your soul before your body and that in itself is poetry.

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When you are hurting remember that a wilting flower has the power to disseminate seeds of life. Fragments of broken mirrors will always manifest reflections of beauty and the storm inside of you will find its calm.

//growing (via what-she-writes)

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“I can overthink everything and find a million ways to doubt myself, and since Charles left I’ve been really thinking about that part of myself. And I just come to realize that we’re only here briefly… and while I’m here – I want to allow myself to joy. - So, fuck it!” “Tonight, after you were gone, I thought a lot – about you and … how you’ve been treating me and I thought – Why do I love you? And then I felt everything in me just let go of everything I was holding on to so tightly and it hit me that I don’t have an intellectual reason -I don’t Need one. I trust myself, I trust my feelings. I’m not going to try to be anything other than who I am anymore and… I hope you can accept that.” “You know I can feel the fear that you carry around and I wish there was something I can do to let go of it, because if you could, I Don’t think you’d feel so alone anymore.”

HER 

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The Beginning

When I think of beauty. I think about the sun that lights up my day. The stars that brightens up my heart and the moon that mutilates all my fears.

For this I yearn and lust for life & for this I live a little longer to grasp a little more MAGIC.

And I lust for life – Every day of my being.

When I think about the start of life, I see green and pure and bliss. Floating about everywhere.

 And the thought of reality hits me like a wave crashing against the rocks. As though life is meant to be like this. All about thinking and stressing and solving problems.

What happened to just - live the life you want? I’m talking about the life where there is only positive energy flowing around you. I’m talking

About the life where no one really needed money or material things to be happy. Us living in harmony with one another and no competition ever existed.

The life where “EQUALITY” -  is shared equally among all beings.