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hekate-writes · 3 months
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There's something about women. Some so deep and overwhelming.
How does your soft heart encompass so much love and rage at the same time, my little girl? How do you hold the world's weight on your shoulders and your life's hope in your heart, and still find the strength to fight the ward you were never trained for?
Perhaps, this exactly is womanhood?
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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“When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.”
— Abraham Joshua Heschel
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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Don’t we all have that weird phase in life where everything is changing?; Life is constantly evolving but sometimes the transition is so fast that it becomes scary. But we always find a to survive, a way to reach the rainbows after the rain.
That’s us human beings. We always survive everything we think we cannot. And what’s more interesting is that we find a way to laugh about it as we grow up.
 We find the rays of sunshine sneaking through the small crevices of those dark memories; we find a way to appreciate the beauty of it falling just on our eyes and feel the way it illuminates our otherwise dull irises.
Maybe that’s what sorrow was meant to do - redirect joy into into best form.
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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Growing up and moving away from the people you knew and loved feels so weird. It's like,
i know everything that breaks your heart and exactly the way it breaks, so much so that I can trace every crack and put it back piece by piece
But we're on different paths now as the wheel of time takes us to different ends, i can't be around to watch your heart shatter nor to put it back
But know one thing, that even from miles away, i remember the way your heart breaks, and i remember how to put it back together just as easily as i remember to breathe
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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It's funny that love and grief are the same thing. How ridiculous it is that i cannot have the one thing that yearn for the most without the other thing that i dread the most.
Ultimately, To love is to dare. It means to let yourself fall knowing that you might break the moment you hit the floor, but god, to be able fly makes it all worth it.
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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clarice lispector why this world: a biography of clarice lispector \\ fernando pessoa i have more souls than one: i see boats moving (tr. jonathan griffin)
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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it's just me and this wave of nostalgia induced by the end of the year
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hekate-writes · 4 months
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It's funny that love and grief are the same thing. How ridiculous it is that i cannot have the one thing that yearn for the most without the other thing that i dread the most.
Ultimately, To love is to dare. It means to let yourself fall knowing that you might break the moment you hit the floor, but god, to be able fly makes it all worth it.
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hekate-writes · 5 months
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being my mother's downfall is my Roman empire.
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hekate-writes · 6 months
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Growing up and moving away from the people you knew and loved feels so weird. It's like,
i know everything that breaks your heart and exactly the way it breaks, so much so that I can trace every crack and put it back piece by piece
But we're on different paths now as the wheel of time takes us to different ends, i can't be around to watch your heart shatter nor to put it back
But know one thing, that even from miles away, i remember the way your heart breaks, and i remember how to put it back together just as easily as i remember to breathe
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hekate-writes · 6 months
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feeling like i'm constantly too much and too little at the same time is so exhausting
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hekate-writes · 6 months
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i'd like to be the person you can just hang out with. text me, come over, we can go explore new cafes or stay at home all day. i just don't want to be alone all the time, and i hope you might want me there with you
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hekate-writes · 8 months
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Growing up and moving away from the people you knew and loved feels so weird. It's like,
i know everything that breaks your heart and exactly the way it breaks, so much so that I can trace every crack and put it back piece by piece
But we're on different paths now as the wheel of time takes us to different ends, i can't be around to watch your heart shatter nor to put it back
But know one thing, that even from miles away, i remember the way your heart breaks, and i remember how to put it back together just as easily as i remember to breathe
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hekate-writes · 8 months
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please be patient with me i am experiencing horrors unknown to you at all times
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hekate-writes · 10 months
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ask awayyy
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hekate-writes · 10 months
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Don’t we all have that weird phase in life where everything is changing?; Life is constantly evolving but sometimes the transition is so fast that it becomes scary. But we always find a to survive, a way to reach the rainbows after the rain.
That’s us human beings. We always survive everything we think we cannot. And what’s more interesting is that we find a way to laugh about it as we grow up.
 We find the rays of sunshine sneaking through the small crevices of those dark memories; we find a way to appreciate the beauty of it falling just on our eyes and feel the way it illuminates our otherwise dull irises.
Maybe that’s what sorrow was meant to do - redirect joy into into best form.
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hekate-writes · 10 months
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