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He looked at her sometimes. At the way the wind played with her hair and the sun reflected off the necklace she always wore. Even nature wanted to keep her in the spotlight. He thought he wouldn’t be surprised if birds flew circles around her while small animals left the safety of the woods to …
Pick the people you love and surround yourself with carefully. Because you take pieces of the people closest to you. You pick up their quirks, their mannerisms and their attitudes. This is not a decision to be taken lightly, the people around you can unknowingly change who you are. So choose wisely.
She is Art. What the fuck do you expect from her, other than confusion, beauty and goddamn soul? (via sadfrick)
Courage is the power to let go of the familiar. Raymond Lindquist (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
The first girl I ever had a crush on was soft. Soft curls, soft cheeks, soft hands, you would have thought she was a gift from the angels. I didn’t know then that I had liked her, only that it did not make sense not to. The second who ever meant anything to me was …
she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. she spoke to no one. she spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims. arundhati roy, ‘the god of small things’. (via empiregrotesk)