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Emotionally intelligent people know how to light their own fire to sustain their activities to accomplish your goals.
Susan C. Young, The Art of Preparation: 8 Ways to Plan with Purpose & Intention for Positive Impact (via thepersonalquotes)
I think about how hayao miyazaki said that love is two people inspiring each other to live. and to live doesn’t just mean to be alive. living involves finding beauty in the simple moments of being. so to inspire someone to be in awe of the simplicity of living? that’s special
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They should invent a new kind of body that doesn't do that
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love when the cd player makes little chirp and whirr sounds. she is excited to sing you a song !
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every single day a sunset occurs & every single day i’m like oh my God this is the prettiest thing i’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing... & every single day it’s true
"Are you holding any tension in your body?"
uh yeah obviously. Where else would I keep it?
It doesn't fit in my purse any more
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saw someone on instagram say “you shouldn’t post your art until it’s good” and that comment filled me with rage so i want to say to every beginner artist or artist who feels their art is not improving no matter how long they’ve been at it. i love you and i love your art and everything you post bears part of you and that is so beautiful. block everyone who says otherwise they are not entitled to freely consume what they rag on.
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“You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having you wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.”
— Emery Allen
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time passes too quickly. you lay down in the forest. "just five minutes," you say to the trees. "five minutes to be alone. then i can get up and go on living." you close your eyes. when you open them again the saplings around you have grown massive, and your hair has turned to moss. "you were gone too long," the trees whisper. "they've forgotten all about you."
discovering new music late at night is like opening up a secret cave in the ground
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"I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
from mutual to mutual, go drink some water and eat something