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prixxels · 1 year ago
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one day i will have my own home. and i will grow plants and hang up rookie paintings i make. i will have my cats and i will have my friends over as much as possible. i will make afternoon tea and watch the sun go down. i will read while it rains and build a fire when its cold.
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prixxels · 1 year ago
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my soul wants to paint unlimited medium-ugly paintings somewhere in between mountains
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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i want to live every kind of life that be possible lived. simple enough.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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I've realised that my dreams aren't only about the things I want to do, they're also about sharing those things with someone. so that when i smile at the skies, i can look to my side and see that person smile all the same. life just feels right when you share
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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as a child, we all dream of conquering the world.
and as we grow old, we find our world in certain people, things, places and activities that we love.
the dream is still the same but it's more beautiful because now everyone can conquer world, if they know how to love selflessly
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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you really don't care about what anyone thinks about you as long as your naani thinks you're cool
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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no one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.
by that love, we see potential in them.
through that love, we allow them to see their potential.
expressing that love, their potential comes true.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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i want to make lots of silly things and i want them to make you happy
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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it's always the little things you don't technically "need" that bring the most joy
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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being young feels like - i am running out of time, i am doing everything wrong, why does life feel like life is a code only i haven't cracked, why don't i know what i want or who i am--
just keep singing along to 'chand ghadiya yahi hai jo azaad hai'. it won't give you all the answers, but you will be comfortable with not having all the answers.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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girls with their pretty little jhumkas and cute outfits and pastel colours and prettiest bracelets and gorgeous makeup and cute little details and pimples and beautiful hair styles and and and and 💖
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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this transition period when you are moving onto the next big thing in life, the descisions you'll take now will dictate your life in such a huge manner, where will it take you? who knows? there is so much to do, so much to try, so much to explore and also so many insecurities.
And along with you, there are the people you love and cherish the most sitting in a similar boat going different directions to write their own new stories. Exciting.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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letting go of everything you did for yourself to solely make your life about what you have to do turns you into a hollow shell of a person you once were.
you run on autopilot, you don't know who you are, what you want, what makes you happy.
but then you buy ice cream; and life gets a meaning once again.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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the future is so wide and open, like a map of an unknown world you've only heard about and now you have to start carving out your way through it. blood, sweat, tears and all.
other travellers try their best to give good advice but at the end of the day you all have different maps.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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In any moment, on any given day, I can measure my wellness by this question: Is my attention on loving, or is my attention on who isn’t loving me?
Andrea Gibson, You Better Be Lightning
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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Now that I sit down in order to write to you, I realize that I don’t have to change my way of thinking in the least, but that you, and nothing but you, were in my mind during the entire walk — in the tram, in the Baumgarten, by the pond..
Franz Kafka, 1914.
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prixxels · 2 years ago
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'we look at the world once, in childhood.
the rest is memory'
— louise gluck, nostos
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