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the-monologues · 8 months
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The thing about surviving a tough childhood is no matter how strong you were then, the seeds of childhood trauma grow into emotional exhaustion in your adulthood.
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viomomo · 22 days
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"Lost in the storm of his thoughts, 'Lucky' contemplates the mysteries of life amidst the tumultuous whispers of rain and thunder."
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steven-sandner · 4 months
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Time, a patient sculptor, carves the lines of resilience on our faces. In the wrinkles, we trace stories of survival and strength, etched with the authenticity of a life deeply lived 🌳✨ Much like the intricate rings of a tree, every facet of its existence is a narrative etched by the passage of time, revealing the unique story of the life it has embraced
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kingkyliezzzle · 4 months
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kirthanasastry · 2 months
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As a child I felt
The moon chased me
The subtle light falling 
On every step I take
he never failed a chance to disappoint
This small fragile heart  
It's the comfort I found in him
That I failed to find in most people
That surrounded me 
He healed the deepest scars 
Made by the ones who betrayed
Brought back the happiness 
That was once taken away 
A feeling of freedom under the night sky
The moon made me feel alive again
~K.S
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poetrythreesixfive · 1 month
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Secret Love
If only you are fortunate
to have a secret love,
that no one else can criticize
or cancel from above
that stirs your soul to passion,
accelerates your heart,
that makes you count the hours
when your bodies are apart
that turns your ear to music,
makes poetry of breath,
inspires you to contemplate
the certainty of death
you’ll wish to tell the world,
but keep your joy untold,
for valuables are never safe,
and love like this is gold.
-GeorgeFilip
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picsfortheday · 3 months
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wildrosewrites · 7 months
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Flowers will bloom
May flowers bloom in between the cracks of sadness that you bury so deep
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the-monologues · 8 months
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Letting someone go, even when you love them deeply, passionately, unexpectedly...because you know you are not ready to healthily commit cause of your trauma, makes you worthy of an applause.
Knowing that you saved someone from the abuse and scars which you are trying to heal from right now, shows how much you love them.
Not knowing if by the time you heal and are ready for them, whether they will still wish for you...and accepting that fact yet deciding to let them go...you deserve an applause for that.
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thesdcowgirl · 1 year
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“All poor behavior is rooted in an unmet need.” . I’ve no idea to whom this quote is attributed. It was mentioned in a conversation I had a couple weeks back. . It’s fascinating, isn’t it? . From a horse training perspective, I tell people all the time - if you have to “punish” your horse, you’re late. . You missed the unmet need. They needed direction or support earlier. . It’s not any different with humans. . What are some ways you’ve experienced this? . #badbehavior #behavior #psychology #stormysky #shotoniphone #dxjurassicclassic #horsephotographer #deepthoughts (at Ducheneaux Quarter Horses) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckzgijgsrjo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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driestbone · 6 months
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I LOVE PAPER MARIO
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blurryplaceholders · 10 months
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"In between what you want and what you get, resides a place where you’ve lived out your most daring, dispiriting, and starry-eyed dreams. A place where all your longing breathes, sleeps, and pulsates with life." -Extracted from New Series: The Wait, Evelyn’s Substack
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kirthanasastry · 2 months
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My mother showed me
That fear is a failure’s talent
She gave me the strength 
To find brightness in the darkest corners
She reminded me that it's no shame
To awaken the devil inside me
Your worth is gold she repeats
An epitome of grace and strength
Underestimating her naiveness
Is a man’s biggest mistake
As she can sustain the deepest wounds
To protect her beloved
Her heart is my home
She wipes the tears off my eyes
And hands me a sword
Remindes me
The most beautiful souls have scars too
Never sacrifice for anyone or anything
She is a woman
My mother
She has fought many wars
Yet she rises from the storm with grace
She is power
She is unstoppable 
She is a gift
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