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Unless you have tried to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.
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All of our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.
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Yes.
Don’t limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe, you can achieve!
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All I want is someone who understands me, or at least someone who will try.
Except from a book I’ll never write, 21 “Misunderstood” (via secretlywanderlust)
A gross circumstance in a dawn made for temperatures other than the hot blistered numbness in, on the skin above my brow. A pain feathered here through my limbs and ever present. Adulthood plays with and manipulates my soul, a fever tempered by nothing. The cold coffee in the sink is not for me. I can’t drink the disease away. Birds on my ledge that mock me Pressing a feeling of never enough into my skull. Their songs are a feather. Feather. And I clasp my hands, Pulling and picking at each finger I believe if I pull enough, they will do something, create anything. They stand cramped and unforgiving, unwilling to uncurl, discovering nothing. Worthless fever. Feather. I hear a pulse from my normal life, the sound of clothes in another room worn to the bone, tumbling like a fever feather over the railroads that plague this place and the sadness of repression hovers. They sing, these feather-covered fevers – joyful, pleading with the sun. The wood at my elbows are divets, permanent places of reflection, terror. Two doors stand closed, Resembling what I feel in the back of my neck. Tension, the rising of unknowns. The chipped linoleum whines it’s protests and I shuffle. To the edge of the place where the uncurling and unfurling happens, wrinkled and frothed, gleaming white and puffed up like a dove, cleaning evidence of sustenance with no strength left. The hole there reeks. Leaning over, I feel the tunnel I escape in close itself off. I’m resolved, thinking and swaying unsteady, something beyond my sight disappears down the drain, flowing out - to the river, beyond. The beyond is better than where I am, in a space six hundred feet wide, in a place where feathers winged stand outside with their freedom. The railroads and the river meet in a parallel line. A guide to the city and a map to my fever. Feathers flock over, and come to my ledge.
Fever Feather (a poem), by MissySue Hanson (via bellesandghosts)
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.
Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
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When thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
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