The imprint of your lips upon my skin.
The hold of your arms around my hips.
The one I never got to kiss.
3 loves. Still a fairytale. But with no happy endings.
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Kindness, peace, routine, are not enough. I get desperately restless.
Anais Nïn, from The Diaries of Anais Nïn, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
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i have only one name;
melancholy.
i mean it when i say my body is made of flower stems and my voice is a
whisper..
you talk to yourself not because you need someone to listen, but because you need to listen.
take your hands and unstring them.
don’t you already know what heaven is made of?
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your soul is a graveyard of things you never finished.
.
there really are some sunsets made just to die before.
0“Love feels no burden,
thinks nothing of its trouble,
attempts what is above it’s strength,
pleads no excuse for impossibility,
for it thinks all things are lawful for itself
and all things are possible.”
Thomas Kemp
0“We get used to things. No matter how much or how little money we have, whether we live in a mansion on a tropical island or a cramped one-room shack in the freezing tundra, our environment affects our contentment by only 10 percent.” ~ F. Sasaki
1I have fallen several times in my life, and I can cry about the cuts on my knees. And I am the only one that can put my hands back on the ground and push myself up again whilst bleeding.
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