#motivational quote

अहिंसा हे भगवान गौतम बुद्धांचे महान तत्त्व होते

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एक चिंतन - मनुष्य को अपने जीवन में अहंकारी विचारों को महत्व नहीं देना चाहिए।

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

Within me, a wolf // @evrogina

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One day is an empty promise // @evrogina

i am an ocean // @evrogina

love you better // @evrogina

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but there you were // @evrogina

Women like me, we do not burn —

I have been thrown into fire

& ascended from the very core

of the flames that dared to birth me.

I stood, extend my wings & ignited the entire sky.

@evrogina

Poet@evrogina

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@evrogina

Truth

is a thorn

stuck in my throat —

that I

have not been able

to swallow.

E.V. Rogina / @evrogina

@evrogina

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