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mesogeios:

“Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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kushandwizdom:

“You attract what you are ready for.”

— Dau Voire

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deerbheth:

“Hide your hurt, my heart. Hide your hurt.”

— H.D., from The Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “Chorus of Troizenian Women,”
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saru-studies:

Today I’ve learnt that there’s a word in italian (”solare”) to describe a person who brights the room, who is warm and good and cheerful and worries about others and I think is so cute??? I love it

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yourbigsisnissi:

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.

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