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The day I stepped into St. Michael’s Church for my very first Novena, I felt a shift, like I had finally come home, to God’s home. I found peace I didn’t know I was searching for. From that moment on, something kept calling me back, and I kept showing up. Today marks one year since that first step, and I can say with complete honesty my life has not been the same. When I look back, I see the change in my spirit, my heart, and my entire life. Faith has carried me through. I am living proof that a divine presence truly can transform us, one step, one prayer, one Wednesday at a time. From that first step inside the church to today, I’ve been held by something far greater than I’ll ever fully understand and I wouldn’t trade that for anything in this world.

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Exactly a year ago today, around 7:30 PM, I was heading home from the gym, Valenka was on her way to the beach, and Adele was returning from it and by pure chance, we all intercepted at Hari Om, exactly at middle point it felt like a movie scene lol. I hadn’t seen them in a while since I’d started gymming, and we used to have this ritual of going out to eat something “healthy” after our power beach walks (because fitness is our passion), only to end up at Burger King or grabbing street food in Versova. I suggested we go for a quick snack since we’ve met after ages, and that’s when Valenka said, “Shane, how about we go for breakfast tomorrow morning instead, after attending the 7:30 AM novena at Mahim?” And I was like, COOL BRO. Let’s do it!

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— @eternaldroplets on x (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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“people always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. but sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up and the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.”

– rosie scanlan, on missing them (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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from Autopsy by Donte Collins

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just want to be fucked and loved well

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So here’s the bitter truth: never show up at a hospital for someone, even if their parents are dying, unless they reach out to you upfront. Unless they open their mouth and say they need you there. Never do things “out of love” unless that love is mutual. Or you’ll end up like this dude, standing alone with your heart in one hand, and your dick in the other, wondering which one betrayed you first.

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And then suddenly, she changed. Became cold. Said it was just fun, just moments. He couldn’t understand. “I took care of you when you were breaking,’ he said. ‘I sat beside your mother not out of obligation, but out of love. I planned things, gave you peace, made space for you to breathe because I loved you.” And she just looked at him and said, “I never asked you to come to the hospital. I never asked you for weekend plans. I never asked you for love.”

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There was a friend of mine who was friends with this really pretty girl, and he kinda liked her. Her mother was hospitalised for months, and being a good friend, he’d go visit, no one asked him to, he just did. Brought her snacks, sat silently in waiting rooms, filled awkward gaps in conversations with jokes to make her smile. One thing led to another, they started liking each other, or at least he thought they did. They went on dates, booked weekend getaways at luxury places to escape the chaos, hooked up, laughed, planned. Six months of something. She did everything too. Held his hand. Kissed him back. Sent those ‘I miss you’ texts. Let him dream a little.

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Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from  “Women who Run with the Wolves,” published in 1992

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Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Letter written to his sister Ludmila, 1905

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“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

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moaned whimpered and came in my pants when I saw you does that mean I’m a bit obsessed

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Oh to be sleepy and crawl into bed with someone who's warm and safe and you know will take care of you in all the right ways, who'll hold you and tell you that its all gonna be okay.

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you’ll never be able to mourn me in a way that matters

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Always