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kocham to rozkoszne drżenie mojego ciała, kiedy widzę go po raz pierwszy od tak dawna. powiedziałabym co wtedy czuję, ale takich rzeczy nie mówi się na głos.
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wracając tutaj i czytając samą siebie, budzę każde wspomnienie jak niedźwiedzia z zimowego snu. i pomyśleć, że gdybym czytała to samo rok czy dwa wcześniej nie posiadałabym się z przeszywającego mnie bólu. natomiast dziś się uśmiecham na te same wspomnienia. z czasem łagodnieją, są wybrakowane. zostają wyłącznie jako te dobre. nie, czas nie leczy ran, ale pozwala zapomnieć o bólu. i przy okazji nasuwa się jeszcze jeden wniosek. dobre rzeczy w życiu zaczynają nas spotykać dopiero wtedy, gdy nabierzemy dystansu do tych złych.
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Halo, jest tu jeszcze kto?
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Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene before a crime has even been committed. They keep their running shoes besides their souls every night, one eye open in case things change whilst they sleep. Their backs are always tense as though waiting to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them. Because damaged people have already seen hell. And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind angel before it fell.
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Stop saying you’ll do it ‘one day’ and just do it. At some point, you have to make the first move. You have to make all the things you plan inside your head happen. You need to start taking steps to get what you want even if they are baby steps. It’s time to start working on that life you have always dreamed of. Put the fear of failure aside and just do it. The one thing scarier than starting is regret.
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If I needed you and you weren't there, I'll never need you again.
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Don’t forget you’re human. It’s okay to have a meltdown. Just don’t unpack and live there. Cry it out. Then refocus on where you’re headed
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It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realized what’s changed is you.
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Home is a shelter from storms-all sorts of storms.
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Home is not a place…it’s a feeling
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There are homes you run from, and homes you run to.
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there is a rare breed of people that go all in. they keep their word, they give it all, they go the extra mile for those they care for. these individuals hardly ever receive the same passion and effort in return, yet never change and always give their all. hoping that one day maybe, just maybe they find someone as rare as them to love them as fiercely and with as much devotion. to the givers, forgivers, & selfless lovers out there… keep being beautiful, don’t let this cold world change you, and take advantage of every little moment you are given.
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