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“Silence is So Accurate”
– Mark Rothko
and if the music is good, you dance... 🎶 🎨
"For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you've done it you can't say clearly if that was what you'd wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather." – Joyce Carol
Make your heart the prettiest thing about you. 🖤
"look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself."
Doesn’t every girl love to receive a bunch of beautiful flowers. It covers just about everything, but it definitely says, I like you—pretty much better than anything else. So, fellows, here is a clue: GIRLS LIKE FLOWERS. However, it may be that you are currently with a partner that just doesn’t get it. Or, you may be single, and well, that is that. So . . . sometimes a girl just needs to buy herself some flowers! There are 101 reasons to do it, and I really can’t think of one reason not to. It’s a marvelous mood booster, pretty maker, smell good, feel good, colorful way to brighten your day. And, zero calories to boot.
I love you, and I am giving you permission to treat yourself to flowers. I hope you do it today. (♡ ♡ ♡).
• Outfit: @shophobnob
if you let sunlight shine onto your skin and look very closely, you’ll find that you’re made out of stars, glitter and gold ✨🌟⚡️. . .
— shirt by: @shophobnob
"may you pick up your ☕️ when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it."
May today bring you open windows and beautiful sunsets... ✨🌅
I read somewhere that sunflowers follow the light. They turn to face the sun, and follow it faithfully, as it travels across the sky.  For many, these flowers are a symbol of constant, true, and unwavering trust in something bigger and brighter than themselves.
I like this idea, as a metaphor for my life.

I have decided to just let go, and begin to trust that my life is being guided and directed by something much bigger and brighter than myself.

Just as seasons come and go, so do life’s experiences.  We must try to savor what is in season right now.  There is always something delicious and precious for which to be grateful.  Let go of worrying about what is coming or what has gone, and simply, be here now.  You are here. This is your time--this is your life. I think James Taylor said it best, “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time”.
What are you loving in this season of your life?
🌻Dress: @shophobnob
📸 Photo: @zoemaks
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer