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Grief is the price we pay for love. I am beyond blessed that this life allowed our paths to cross, and truly honored to have called you my friend. You are terribly missed. We love you, Vanjo! Til we meet again.
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What am I becoming? A creature of thresholds. I live in doorways, in airports, in the moments between sleeping and waking when the self hasn't yet decided what it wants to be today. I am comfortable nowhere and everywhere. This is both my tragedy and my superpower. I am very committed to constant motion.
I am the woman who packs light but feels heavy. Who craves connection but chooses solitude like air. Who writes love letters to places she's already planning to leave. Most people mistake my depth for drowning.
– Charlotte Eriksson
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I dont know if I should go Or tell myself that I need to stay Cause you wont go away From all that I feel Oh I know that I want you to say That it'll be okay *filed under songs influenced by RJ Pfffttt.
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Apologizing to children when you’re wrong should be a thing. You’re literally teaching your child how to behave in situations as adults just by your actions. Yes you’re their parent. You’re also the one person who they look for when learning how to navigate through life.
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The moment you decide you are worthy. The universe starts to agree.
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stay away from people who get unreasonably mad when they see you romanticizing your life, valuing yourself or beauty. i see it too many times. people love to project their insecurities and issues onto others, instead of putting in the work and energy to heal themselves. life is too short to view everything in such a negative light.
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The Decatur Herald, Illinois, September 16, 1929
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love when men are big and strong but really gentle and calm
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I can forgive for a lot of things
For not giving me back my Tiffany rings
I'll never forgive you for one thing, my dear
You wasted my prettiest years
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"I wanted to be unforgettable. Indelible. I wanted to haunt their hearts and minds—to be everywhere and nowhere, spectacular and out of reach. Only in the chaos did it dawn on me. Being remembered is not the same as being missed."
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