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There's no place to hide, I swim or I sink. There's no, no more time to run to the trees. Through the mountains, through the blackest sea; I've run from darkness, crouching down on my knees and I've become barbarian.

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‪Find someone who knows how to calm your storms‬

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Close-up look

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“Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,”

— Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems; “Child,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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hell to the yes

In a room full of people, I would be looking for the door.

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BENICIO DEL TORO: License to Kill (1989)

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So you can close your eyes to those you've hurt along the way?

A child once planted a seed in a cracked clay pot and placed it by the window. Each morning, before even washing their face, they leaned close and whispered: “Grow for me. Bloom for me. Show me you are alive for my sake.” The stem rose, thin and trembling, and the child’s hope swelled. But when buds should have unfurled, the leaves yellowed and the plant shrank back into itself. No fragrance came, no color, no gift. The child wept and spoke to it bitterly: “I gave you water, I gave you sun. You owed me blossoms, and you gave me nothing. You betrayed me.” From the roof outside came the slow rustle of wings. A raven, black as dusk, tilted its head and cawed once, as if amused. Then a sparrow replied with a softer trill, and together their voices formed a strange chorus, a language the child somehow understood: “Little heart, you are not wounded by this flower. What hurts you is the chain of your own demand. The seed never vowed to bloom for you. You built a promise out of silence, and it was that promise – not the flower – that broke.” The child looked down at the frail, silent plant. For the first time, it seemed neither cruel nor disappointing – only itself, nothing more, nothing less.

From my own experience, I know how hard it can be to never receive an apology from someone who has caused you pain. And for that reason, I want to say this to all those I may have hurt throughout my life, in whatever way it happened: I am truly sorry for the pain I caused you. I am sorry for wounding you while I myself still needed healing. From an open wound, peace can never grow; it must first be allowed to close.

And so I wish for every single person who once walked beside me, who mattered to me, and whom I may have harmed in any way: Healing. I wish you the same love, the same courage, and the same strength to continue on your path. And I wish you the power to see clearly that the behavior of others never defines your worth. Your worth is untouchable. And if you ever felt that I acted with malice, or that I broke something within you, I hope that one day you may release that feeling and let it go. I wish for you the same peace that I have found. Amen.

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How much I love the mist over the treetops...

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Seeing you happy is the most beautiful thing in this world.

When you've truly found your happiness, a happiness that finally lets you stop fighting wars and find peace instead, then grab it with all your might and run with it. And. Never. Look. Back.

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there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. i care so much i could literally vomit