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We are made up of moments. The pictures hidden between pages of books.
You are never going to find your own voice while trying to match the pitch of everyone else’s. -be a rare composition
Do you ever have that feeling deep in your stomach of worrying about having to say hello and goodbye to people as you pass? Like there is no proper moment to do so and that you might stumble over your words. Or what if they don’t say anything back? Or what if they are overly friendly and want to chat? Or what if they laugh? -social anxiety
I had made forgiveness my home.
remember, he is the one who knew you shone, even before you did yourself.
If I could, I would dip my fingers in the sun, and smear its brightness around the world. -we need it
Your Words If the words that spewed out of your mouth were the clothes wrapped around your body, the hair on your head, the flesh of your skin, would you think you are beautiful?
How amazing it is to now listen to songs with blissful lyrics and not feel sad for my own lack of happiness.
She made art from the parts of her that were broken. She finds beauty in chaos.
