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My demons

My demons though quiet, are never quite silenced. Calm as they may be, they wait patiently for a reason to wake, take an overdue breath, and crawl back to my ear and make me feel everything I want to leave behind again and again.

Introverts Unite :) ♥♥♥ Why do we let sociaty dictate what we suppose to be why does it matter what they think looking at me,  i appear what im not only what the yesterdays have done with me.  Anger has faded scars remain.  Please do not make me feel that shame.

"I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am." From Brian Andreas (Story People).he's amazing!

Tyler Knott Gregson

How unique to this human experience that we all just wish to be the most important thing on Earth to someone else. Typewriter Series by Tyler Knott Gregson

the think i love is him; do i sparkle when i talk about him?

the think i love is him; do i sparkle when i talk about him?

I walked a mile with pleasure...

I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne'er a word said she. The things I learned from her, When Sorrow walked with me. ~ Robert Browning Hamilton Such truth in this!

Mary Oliver

{This is so beautiful!} The uses of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem.) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. quote by Mary Oliver via her book, Thirst.

But are we aching for the person we once were or the places we had been?

NOSTALGIA: it's delicate, but potent. In Greek,"nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone -a feeling of a place where we ache to go again. So very true 😣

Hang in there. It WILL pass. You never know the beauty thats waiting right around the corner.

"I promise you. These storms are only trying to wash you clean" -Jessica Katoff

Because darling if it's not happy then it most definately is not the end

Wisdom from the garden: If flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you.

Poem: We build castles with our fears and sleep in them like kings and queens.

The Blooming of Madness poem by Christopher Poindexter. We build castles with our fears and sleep inside them like kings and queens.