Anonymous said: i miss you.. you are pretty.. kk..

If you were in my life at some point, I’m sure I miss you as well. And thank you for your sweet comment 💗

"Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated."

— Beau Taplin (via quotethat)

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Dear aching heart,

Your delicate fingers grow tired of weaving lace from the frays in your gown, attempting to hide your unraveling.

You must have patience. I know this is a virtue you struggle with, but don’t go pulling at threads out of frustration in feeling tattered.

Take a breath and begin again-this journey is slow and the rewards so great. Don’t give up.

Your heart of grace belongs in this place of change. It is a gift to be able to turn destruction into beauty. Do not forsake this or forget this.

I know you struggle to let others love you and more importantly in loving yourself. Your heart engorged with so much love to give but so afraid to give, out of fear it may be returned with a stamp of unwanted and unworthy.

You are worthy. Your love illuminates the night in others hearts and your gift is one no one can replace.

Love is hard. Love aches and pulls at our flaws. But love will serve as a light that says, this is your chance. This is your opportunity to see the darkness that remains, and come through.
Love will hold your hand and guide you over the steps you fear to take.

Do not shrink back.

Do not begin to cower.

Fear will not set you free.


Yours always,

Brave Heart

"When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside."

— Rumi (via hellanne)

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"in the end
i want my heart
to be covered
in stretch marks"

— Andrea Gibson (via larmoyante)

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"I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do."

— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via versteur)

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"I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for."

— Rudy Francisco (via yesdarlingido)

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"A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of."

Stanley Kunitz (via theparisreview)

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"I wonder how you can look at anything and not feel your knees shake from the memory of it. I have been in your bed and cradled between your palms and your knees, in your shower and in the patch of sunlight that touches your room just before noon. Your sheets and your hair and your hips. Your lazy Saturday morning smile isn’t yours anymore. It’s mine. Look, there, you can see me. There’s my ghost. She’s waving at you. She’s saying ‘boy, you’ll need to burn this entire place down if you want to forget what happened here.’ She’s saying ‘man, all the ways we loved is splattered across these walls like murder."

— Azra.T “the people you loved live inside all the places they touched” (via 5000letters)

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"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him."

— G.K. Chesterton (via observando)