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Be careful who you trust, even the devil was once an angel. - (c) Ziad K. Abdelnour

concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live. - (c) conceptualsolitude

she dreams of the ocean late at night and longs for the wild salt air. my home is the open sea, where the stars shine brighter and my soul is free.

the future is here looking back at us trying to make sense of the fiction we have become. - (c) William Gibson

we do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Of the household (And his heart) A title with his last name following He makes me Like the moon Similar to a goddess Wearing jewels and gowns that shine Everybody is familiar Of the mistress that keeps to her husband that is kin to royalty of love - (c) Amelia Louisa Rosemary

I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found all the way back to me. - (c) Atticus

Fairy tales are more than true, not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. - (c) Neil Gaiman