#inspiring quote
and perhaps
what made her beautiful
was not her appearance
or what she achieved,
but in her love
and in her courage,
and her audacity
to believe:
no matter
the darkness
around her,
Light ran wild
within her,
and that was the way
she came alive,
and it showed up
in everything.
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“People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up. Fall in love with the rare moment when your cat doesn’t ignore you. Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day. Fall in love with the waiter who gives you extra chili fries. Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m. Fall in love with the days you can hit the snooze button over and over again. Fall in love when a lover stares at you for five hours. Fall in love with the stars when they look at you. Fall in love with the sound of someone breathing. Fall in love with the bus if it’s on time or the train if it comes early. Fall in love with everything possible.”
─ Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell
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You are not required to be small.
You are not required to be pleasant.
You are not required to be conventional.
You are not required to be accommodating.
You are not required to be submissive.
You are not required to be merciful.
You are not required to be quiet.
─ Trista Mateer
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“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”
― T.S. Eliot
Artwork by Coddy Cob
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“Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.”
― Kate Milford
Artwork by Gerhard Richter
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“Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
Artwork by Roos van de Kieft
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“I’m not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Artwork by Benjamin Shine
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Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know until you lived through it. Learn, grow, evolve.
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You let sorry sleep in your throat, made it a permanent bed. You’ll cough it up at any chance, you think everything is your fault. You carry a chaos inside your chest, it bangs and scratches at your bones. One day it’ll overflow. Your flesh is not paper, you are not a canvas to a razor. The scars will only be souvenirs of broken moments. You will say they’re stories, but you know they feel more like landmarks of how you failed. Your mind is messy, your heart is aching. Your skin crawls at the thought of it all. You shove the sadness deep into your pit, let it rot and sit. It boils over, only builds to burn you. You’ve become a ghost of a girl, a single haunt to an abandoned home. Who you are, and who you were, are two strangers fighting to open the front door. You are at a constant war. You are too young to be this blue, too quiet for such noise in your head. You were not born to wish to be dead. You’ve got a softness inside you that melts and bends. You speak in sighs, talk with your eyes. There’s a garden of guilt growing in your lungs, the days go down and it’s only getting harder to breathe. It’s all too much for your simple soul, too complicated to control. You bear a weight of a world that only wishes to ruin you. Six feet under soil without a shovel, a walking wreckage trying to grow from rotting roots. You were meant to flourish, meant to bloom into something sun kissed, but warmth hasn’t touched your body in ages. Little girl, set fire to the dark, burn the bridges it crosses to your heart. Turn the rust to gold, bring the death to destruction. Dig the doom out of your hair, let misery melt by the moon. You are an angel with her halo hung low, a shadow of a girl with broken wings. But please, please stay for life and what it brings. You have worth inside you, a purpose pumping through pulse. Hold onto the hope you carry in your palms. Swing from the stars, girl, you are their child. Made from the dust of the dying, you were always meant to shine, always meant to find the light. But sometimes we must collapse before we turn bright.
Isabel Cabrera/ note to self
