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Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.

- Victoria Erickson  (via awakenedvibrations)

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Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.

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Stephen Fry (via purplebuddhaproject)

Strongly relate to this one right now.

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The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

- Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via splitterherzen)

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The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.

- Helen Mirren (via mystiquel)

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She wanted to be alone, but not lonely. That was very different; that was something that ached and hurt dreadfully right inside one.

- Elizabeth Von Arnim, The Enchanted April. (via paygeturner)

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My mother taught me
the distinct smell before the rain,
the promise of cleansing.
Didn’t anyone warn you
I’m what natural disasters
are named after?
I am a river,
good luck controlling me
good luck slowing me down.
There isn’t an ounce of age
to my soul.

- Michelle K., Aries in the Mornings. (via michellekpoems)

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

- Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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My existence was beginning to cause me serious concern. Was I a mere figment of the imagination?

- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea  (via reflowr)

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There’s no room for me in your world,
Either let me go,
Or clear some space.

- Sade Harrison (via wildsultrys0ul)

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Time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons.

- Thomas Christopher Greene, I’ll Never Be Long Gone: A Novel (via a-thousand-words)

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