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Let it hurt, then let it heal.

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But how can you love a person who is not whole?

“𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒚-𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖..”

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Sighs. . How is that so.

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Tiger Lilies.

Courage. Purity. Passion.

Those three words hold so

much power. And power is

one thing humanity never

ceases to search.

True power comes through

being deep rooted. To know

ones self to where the world

can’t shake you— and even if

it tries. The roots holding you

firm won’t let you yield to it.

Tiger lilies stand out as being

one of the oldest flowers to

ever be cultivated; with rich

cultural history. ‘Ligers’ was

their nickname as the three

hues they posses mimic

the pattern that of a tiger.

I encourage you to be like

these beautiful blooms;

courageous, pure and full

of passion. Be so rooted in

who you are that the world

won’t forge you.

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I can’t see you, yet. . You’re engraved in my memory.

-𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹.

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I’ve ran into someone like this and truly, they are addicting.

“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”

— Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

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Moving on and forward.

“It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.”

— Nicholas Sparks

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Tell me , where ?

Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay

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Kintsugi.

Traditional Japanese repair method.

Literal meaning; golden seams.

I believe that’s what a soulmate

is— the golden seams of our brokenness.

They help seal the pieces of us

together in such a breathtaking

way. Making the broken parts

beautiful.

We are beautifully, perfectly imperfect.

Together.

-𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱.

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Couldn’t of said it better, I’ll charge your way.. no hesitation.

- f.k.q

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The Ripple.

A single drop falls.

The ripple effect surging—

again the water stills.

-𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹. 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺.

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A reminder.

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.

Tammara Webber

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A Reckless Love.

It’s an overwhelming,

Never ending, profound

devotion. One that sees no

limits in adoration.

It is not one you earn—

but one that is given

graciously out of pure

affection.

And like a villain, it won’t

risk you for the greater

good but instead—

burn the world to ground

for you.

Or like a Gardner, who

tends to its seedling.

Watering, nurturing and

placing it in a place where

the sun beautifully bathes

it to watch it bloom.

That’s how reckless love

pursues .

-𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹.

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Sweet Peas.

Representing a blissful

pleasure. Like that first

breath when coming up

from dark, deep waters.

Or like the ray of sun—

that breaks through the

frosty wall of winter,

warming wherever it

lands on.

That taste of freshly

made coffee in the morning.

The moment of lingering

elation as you replay those

same moments over and

over. Heartfelt laughs,

when seconds before were

sorrowing sobs.

If you ever find that sweetpea

in your life, treasure them.

Because they are a true rarity.

- 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹.

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The truth to this is resounding. It makes the physical intimacy far more blissful.

“Never leave a person who touches your soul more than your body.”

— Unknown

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Marigolds.

More than just beautiful,

It’s a flower that protects.

Wherever it’s planted,

A marigold acts like a shield

from pests and weeds to any

thing it’s surrounded by.

Keeping it strong and healthy.

Not caring wether it’s

other flowers or vegetables.

The marigold will relentlessly

uplift its surrounding mates.

Making them thrive.

Never cease to be the marigold in someone’s life.

- 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘆𝘀 𝗝𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹.

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Author POV

Being a college student— stress and sleep deprivation was something common in her life.

Her days consisted of class, work and sleep. But every so often she’d sneak into the the campus art studio to unhinge herself.

Socializing wasn’t something she enjoyed and an empty art room is just what she needed to fully free herself from her tensions.

Every paint stroke was a release for her and every color was what she heavily carried inside itching to burst out.

Grabbing a hair tie from her bag she quickly pulled her hair into a messy bun.

Once she began to reach for her brushes the sound of the door opening made her jolt falling backwards.

Slowly sitting up, the sight of the person in front of her had her heart racing.

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

His beautiful dark brown eyes captivated her.

It was Jimin, the dreamy art major.

She’d seen him before around campus, every girl fawned over him and who could blame them.

“Um- Uh, y-yes-“

he chuckled at her stuttering.

Standing he extended his hand helping her up.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be here this late.”

Shying away from his words, she went back to her easel.

Giving her a confused look he followed behind her.

Noticing, she nervously spoke.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Ah, so she speaks.” He said with a boyish grin.

Not wanting to embarrass herself further she quickly began to pack up her stuff.

“I-I’ll go.” She was about to walk passed him when his hand gently grasped her wrist.

“Wait, is your name Y/n by any chance?”

Hearing her name, she immediately stopped.

“Hmm, I’ll take that as a yes?”

She turned keeping her gaze down.

“H-how did you-“ not letting her finish he walked towards the class storage taking out an art piece.

Her art piece.

“I found this a while ago on one of the easels.”

“Oh Im sor- “ once again he cut her off.

“It seems a bit plain for my taste.”

His comment earning a frown on her part.

“Well excuse me if my art isn’t to your liking.”

She said with a hint of irritation as she took the painting from his hands.

Laughing he leaned down meeting her eyes.

“You’re just missing a bit of inspiration that’s all .”

His sudden action making her blush immensely.

“Art should be spontaneous and fun. Something that makes you think out of the box and wonder how the artist felt while making this.”

She looked up towards him with a curious stare. Although painting helped her distress, she never paid much attention to what her art actually represented.

Then again, her life was as simple as her painting. It didn’t have much to say.

Jimin had made way to the storage once more, taking out art supplies.

Taking one step forward she asked.

“W-what do you suggest I do?”

Her question making him stop and look around as if searching for the answer himself.

Until finally he spoke.

“What canvases have you used?”

Skeptical with his question she looked at the one in her hands.

“Umm, normal ones?”

Laughing he continued.

“A change of canvas makes a difference in ones perspective. Start there.”

Seeing her still confused expression he grabbed two stools and placed one next to her.

“Grab your brushes and then come and sit.”

Nodding she did as he said.

As she turned to walk back, she saw him pull off his shirt tying it to his waist.

“W-what are you d-doing?!”

Unbothered he simply sat and responded.

“Changing your canvas. Now hurry and come.”

Hesitantly she approached the stool he had placed for her.

She couldn’t help but stare intently at his bare back.

“H-how will this h-help?”

“Im going to be your canvas.”

Her face began to warm up at his words.

Not arguing with him, she decided to sit and fight her natural instinct of hiding.