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sparkandashes · 18 days
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As I sit here, lost in thought, I can't help but mull over a question that's been lingering in my mind: How do people manage to spend every waking moment with the same person, day in and day out, without ever losing that spark of love? What is it about the love that lasts, that makes it so resilient, so enduring?
Is it simply a matter of commitment, a promise exchanged and sealed with vows? Or is there something more profound, something intangible that keeps two souls bound together in a bond that withstands the test of time?
What does it mean to truly commit to another person, to promise to be there for them through thick and thin, in sickness and in health? Is it a conscious choice, made once and never questioned, or is it something that must be reaffirmed, day after day, in both words and actions?
And what about loyalty? How do those who are truly committed manage to stay loyal, not just in body, but in heart and soul? Is it a matter of willpower, of self-discipline, or does it require a deeper understanding of oneself and one's partner?
I imagine it must take a great deal of self-awareness, a willingness to confront one's own shortcomings and insecurities, and to work through them together with honesty and vulnerability. It's not always easy to lay bare your deepest fears and desires, to expose your vulnerabilities to another person, but it's in those moments of raw honesty that true intimacy is born, perhaps!
And then there are the small, everyday gestures, the whispered "I love you's" and the tender caresses that serve as constant reminders of the bond they share. It's in the shared laughter, the inside jokes, and the quiet moments of togetherness that the magic of love reveals itself, raw and unfiltered. isn't it?
And perhaps, just perhaps, it's in the messiness and imperfection of it all that the true beauty of love lies.
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sparkandashes · 1 month
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sparkandashes · 1 month
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You've become so accustomed to yourself that sometimes you forget your own worth. Days blend into each other, making everything seem ordinary – from your appearance to the way you express yourself and understand the world. But it's those moments when someone reminds you of your uniqueness – your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence – that truly warm your heart. Hearing these affirmations from others helps you see the beauty in yourself. However, not everyone sees you the way you do. Some may not appreciate your light, and instead, they may cast shadows of envy or doubt. It's easy to get caught up in comparing yourself to others, but remember, you're on your own journey. Take a moment to reflect on the little things that make you special. Your presence in this world is more meaningful than you realize – it's like discovering magic in the ordinary. -Sparkandashes
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sparkandashes · 1 month
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You've become so accustomed to yourself that sometimes you forget your own worth. Days blend into each other, making everything seem ordinary – from your appearance to the way you express yourself and understand the world. But it's those moments when someone reminds you of your uniqueness – your beauty, your kindness, your intelligence – that truly warm your heart. Hearing these affirmations from others helps you see the beauty in yourself. However, not everyone sees you the way you do. Some may not appreciate your light, and instead, they may cast shadows of envy or doubt. It's easy to get caught up in comparing yourself to others, but remember, you're on your own journey. Take a moment to reflect on the little things that make you special. Your presence in this world is more meaningful than you realize – it's like discovering magic in the ordinary. -Sparkandashes
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sparkandashes · 1 month
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I started wearing my favorite dresses even if I’m staying home. I decided I don't have to wait for an occasion to dress up, put makeup on, or take the time to get ready. I deserve to feel lovely while I’m folding laundry or doing the dishes. Feeling beautiful during the mundane tasks of��life makes them feel more beautiful too. 
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sparkandashes · 2 months
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Fierce Femmes:
Thank You for Being Unapologetically You
From being born as a daughter in a world where everyone wanted sons, to growing up as a woman, life hasn't been a bed of roses but amidst the thorns, I've found strength in adversity and beauty in resilience. Through every challenge, I've risen, embracing the fullness of my womanhood with courage and pride. Happy Women's Day to all the incredible women who defy expectations, break barriers, and inspire change every day!
Today, and every day, let's celebrate the power and resilience of women everywhere.
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sparkandashes · 2 months
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Fierce Femmes:
Thank You for Being Unapologetically You
From being born as a daughter in a world where everyone wanted sons, to growing up as a woman, life hasn't been a bed of roses but amidst the thorns, I've found strength in adversity and beauty in resilience. Through every challenge, I've risen, embracing the fullness of my womanhood with courage and pride. Happy Women's Day to all the incredible women who defy expectations, break barriers, and inspire change every day!
Today, and every day, let's celebrate the power and resilience of women everywhere.
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sparkandashes · 2 months
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He collects words and treasures them in hidden spaces, as if they're all that keep him alive. His love for words speaks to me louder than the silence he shares with me. @sparkandashes
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sparkandashes · 3 months
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do you ever read poetry so beautifully enchanting, you start feeling envious of the poet’s lover?
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sparkandashes · 3 months
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I experience an uneasy sensation when I see my loved ones asleep in the quiet of the night, under the thick dark sky. In those moments, I miss the sound of their voices. I long for the hours they spend asleep, even when I’m not fully tuned in. When they wake up, it feels like the warm sun gently kissing my cheeks—a comforting embrace.
I don’t mind when you and mom take a break to rest, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m losing time and everything precious when I’m not surrounded by your presence and your voice.
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sparkandashes · 4 months
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Hey everyone,
I’m having a stubborn cold lately, but being home for Christmas is like a warm hug. Despite the sniffles, I was determined to whip up a Christmas cake because, let’s be real, my mom can’t get enough of it.
Watching her face light up is the best holiday view for me. My pals are craving a slice, but they’re all over the place. Hoping that, someday, I can treat all my favorite people to a taste of the cakes I bake.
Anyway, hoping your Christmas was wrapped in love, warmth and happiness. Sending you all the good vibes for the holidays. Stay safe, lovely people! 🎄✨
— @sparkandashes
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sparkandashes · 4 months
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You know, when you’re really into something, it’s like second nature. You don’t even notice the grind or how exhausting it might be.
But, if it’s not your jam, sure, you can give it a shot, but staying consistent? Tough. It’s all about that inner drive.
When I don’t have time for emotions, I usually don’t write. When I don’t spend too much time alone with my thoughts, they do not overwhelm me, I don’t overthink and then again I do not resort to words.
When that urge takes over, toss me an idea, and I’ll craft a thousand pieces around it. It’s a bit chaotic, but that chaos births beauty.
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sparkandashes · 4 months
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sparkandashes · 4 months
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sparkandashes · 4 months
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Within my cage, emotions confined,
Yearning for freedoms, friends unwind.
Birds soar above, in skies so vast,
I envy their freedom, a wish to cast.
In laughter's dance, my heart does ache,
Controlled, I long for life to wake.
While friendships bloom in fields so free,
I'm bound, dreaming of what could be.
Yet hope persists, a fluttering song,
One day, my wings will grow strong.
Breaking chains that hold me tight,
I'll join the birds in liberated flight.
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sparkandashes · 5 months
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sparkandashes · 5 months
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In shadows deep, I ponder the enigma, A metamorphosis quiet, a persona discreet. Yearning for mirth, a dance with glee, Yet within sturdy walls, my spirit retreats.
What alchemy birthed this reserved guise? A mystery profound, in whispers it lies. Desire blooms, a flower within, Yet boundaries stand, a fortress unseen.
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