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βBe willing to go alone sometimes. You donβt need permission to grow. Not everyone who started with you will finish with you. And thatβs OK.β
β Unknown
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BROOKLYN NINE NINE β9 Daysβ, 3.12
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βTonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.β
β Osho
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It's a journey of 100 miles. Begins with a single step.
βHealing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think itβs done, itβs not.β
β Mary DeMuth
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βthere is nothing more powerful than realizing that your wholeness is not defined by anything but you. people may add onto the beautiful pieces that already exist within you, but nothing they do could ever complete you. the keys to your acceptance have always belonged to you.β
β iambrillyant
I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing β freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heartβs sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β This weaving of sounds Β Β Β Β Β Β Β and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β and bird call solace, balsamic, Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β all folds
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β into balance.
Β© Anna S. 2022
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minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
ii.
black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, Iβve been saying, life is in you.
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the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.
Lol! ππ€£
Connor: Hank, I have an idea!
Hank: Wha- It's 4 in the morning, what the fuck?
Connor: Just hear me out
Hank: [angry Hank noises]
Connor: Talking android dogs
Hank: N O
***
Hank: Yesterday I overheard Connor saying, βAre you sure this is a good idea?β and Gavin replying, βTrust me,β and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
***
Gavin: Do you cook?
Connor: I made a cake once.
Hank: Yeah, it was good.
Connor: Really?
Hank: Donβt make me lie twice, Connor.
***
Gavin: Why are you on the floor?
Connor: I'm depressed.
Connor: Also I was stabbed, can you get Hank, please?
Gavin: [takes a picture]
Gavin: "Your plastic kid got himself into trouble"
Gavin: "And it wasn't my fault
Gavin: [sends the message]
Gavin: There, I did all I could.
***
Gavin: Hey, tin can!
Hank: Reed, don't even start-
Connor: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are angry. Alas, I must further make you feel even angrier by affirming how little I give a fuck.
Gavin:
Hank:
Gavin: Is he even allowed to swear?
Hank: I have no idea.
***
Connor: Hey, do you know the password to Gavinβs computer?
Hank: Fuck you, Connor.
Connor: Hey!
Hank: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouConnor".
Connor: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.
***
Hank: You bought a coffee?
Gavin: Yep.
Hank: From the same truck that hit Connor?!
Gavin, sipping his coffee: Well, me falling asleep wouldn't help him.
Connor: I'm okay.
Gavin: See? He's okay. I got my daily dose of caffeine. Everyone wins.
Hank:
Hank: You two are gonna be the death of me.
***
Connor: You saved me? Why?
Gavin: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.
Connor: Fair point.
Inconspicuous, sheβs a chameleon who blends in wherever sheβs at,Β though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glowΒ in the ostentatious crowd
Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication
She is truth spoken to the unblind
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"so this shall be my suffocating vow"
"I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality." ~J.K. Rowling, Harvard Commencement Address 2008
The Hardest Book To Understand...
A classic! Afterall what are we, except inconsequential nobodies in this vast stretch of universe? π€ Emily Dickinson Supremacy π€
Another masterpiece by the legend- Emily Dickinson... π€π€π€
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What is reality? An illusion? Something solid? Is it like Time?
The unique persona of Emily Dickinson has made her poetry immortal. The elegance with which she has often defined or reflected Death, never ceased to capture the readers' admiration.
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Thanks Hagrid! There's really no Hogwarts without Hagrid. What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does.