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mysticrebel97 · 3 years
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“What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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by Sarah Bahbah
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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what is it called
when you’re listening to music
and at the same moment 
the lyrics sing about 
a balloon floating away
you gaze up to the sky
and a hot air balloon is sailing
through the clouds
what are these little flashes
of chance or fate or destiny
that trigger this wonder in you
you cannot speak aloud
- divine will
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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If you’re an introvert, follow @introvertunites​.
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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I feel like I'm waiting for something that will never happen
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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repeat after me:
i am loved
i am beautiful
i am going to be okay
things may be hard, but i will get through
i am deserving of love
i am enough
there is hope.
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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“When will I see you again? You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said, no final kiss to seal any sins” - Adele
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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““I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.””
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via amargedom)
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mysticrebel97 · 4 years
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“The woman who cherished her suffering is dead. I am her descendant.”
— The Dream of a Common Language; Twenty One Love Poems, Adrienne Rich
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