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Let go of everything that’s bothering/weighing down/hurting you. You don’t need to be carrying that around anymore. Free yourself from it. It might help to create a visual- see yourself taking whatever it is off and letting it go into the universe. Then put on self love, confidence, joy, peace, etc… Don’t rush through it. Really give yourself time. Feel joy. Feel peace. Feel confidence. Feel the emotions/power/change that comes about when you do this!
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit. Aristotle (via kushandwizdom)
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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.  Haruki Murakami1Q84 (via feellng)
A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.


I will reblog this every single time

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What’s perfect in memory is often painful in the moment. What’s perfect in the moment is often painful in memory. J.S. (via jspark3000)
Occasionally we let someone in, we open the folds of our insecurity and give access to the darkest parts of us. We hand over the key, and it’s terrifying. And sometimes they bump into a raw nerve, they say a callous insensitive remark, they ridicule a strange notion we have, they poke at our dreams just a bit. It hurts pretty bad and we push them out and fold up fast. We remind ourselves, “This is why I don’t let anyone in.” And we run.

It’s right here that most people apologize like crazy. They feel terrible. They were trying to figure out how to navigate the labyrinth of your wonderful story. It’s like holding a tiny flash light in a cave of a new world. They didn’t mean to provoke those old wounds. They didn’t mean to poke fun at your dreams. They considered it an honor that they held the key, even for a few frenzied moments.

Intimacy takes work, trust, wounds, hurts, sculpting in the dark: and that takes time. It takes more than a single chance. Of course we can close the doors, at any second, when we know it just won’t work. But there are many opportunities if we had trusted a little longer, reset the tempo, and spoke up louder: it would’ve been okay. Bridges would be built. New stories are made. You find your hand closing around theirs. They begin to traverse the folds of your heart with ease, and they learn to say those things which give life, which give freedom, which grow dreams. Intimacy is formed out of stumbling, but further down the path: there is so much light, so much laughter, so many steps to the horizon together. J.S. (via jspark3000)
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"You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how." #rhettbutler #gonewiththewind #handwrittenbycassi #calligraphy #typography #quote
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…I just think it’s crazy how he captured the wind in my locs. lol! I’m #gonewiththewind fabulous! #locs #naturalistas #followyourheart #onelifetolive… tomorrow ain’t promised! good night!!
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its my birthday tomorrow.need blessings :)