Still tryin to heal from things I don’t speak about
Sometimes, it’s hard to forget about the little pieces and fragments of your soul or past self that have fallen away along the journey to now. I healed slower than most and sometimes I’ve completely made it and other days the ache pulls me to the floor and pieces of me feel compelled to apologize in order to mend it just prior to the realiziation such apologies have been given and have not mended the break. ultimately I’ve come to the unchanging conclusion that you cannot control the feelings and aches of others and sometimes those moments, those souls, those memories are lost. It is my hope that they drift around in some tiny fragment of the universe unchanged. It is a painful and graceful lesson to have learned that some things cannot be replaced.
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Imagine meeting someone who wanted to learn your past, not to punish you, but to understand how you needed to be loved.
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Setting intentions is real.
Speaking shit into existence is real.
Prayer is real.
Magick is real.
Creating your life with your mind is real.
Perception is all there is and whatever you perceive is real exists.So much this. Your craft works as long as you are open to a change of perspective…
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“I think the problem is that we depend on our lovers to love us the way we should love ourselves”— Av. (via wnq-writers)
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“Be gentle with the earth.”— Dalai Lama
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