Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, “The Little Prince” (via favorfire)via fairytalesbynature
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Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago? Donte Collins (via paintdeath)via abounding-happiness
The soul needs autumn. Let what’s dead fall. Let the wind sweep it up and blow it away. Your colors are changing; it’s so beautiful. Don’t be sad it was a part of you and now is gone. Some things have to die. It’s their season. You can’t hold on. This is your season to let it all fall. Shed what’s dead. Be free, stand tall. There will be a time to bloom again. your roots remain // (via breanna-lynn)via sweetcarolinahome
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via whatalovelythought)via sweetcarolinahome
I am only capable of love because He loved me first.
He whispers promises of love into my heart, showing me what it means to love unconditionally.
We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first. 1 John 4:19 The Message (MSG)
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