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to be honest, i envy craving certain innocent parts of a relationship. like holding hands, giving forehead kisses accompanied with cleansing hot sex .

if she’s real then leave her untamed, such women are destined to move mountains .

let (her) beauty move you .

ii.

. spirali . ph. omid aghdami mua. hajun shi styl. dana saad i.

i'd rather die enormous than live dormant . — s. carter

it's such a powerful feeling when someone catches your vibe and alters their stride to fall in line with you .

the constant substantive presence of close-minded people eludes a nigga, it often feels as if i'm the only solid object in a world full of human beings made of nothing but shadows and mist .

i'm trying to relax for long enough to decompress. i'm trying to honor my feelings instead of running from them or denying them or judging them. i’m trying my best to hear my intuition and heed its call, to be receptive to the things i can't guess or predict .

sometimes you don't know your boundaries, sometimes you don't know how to set them, and you have to grow them at a moment's notice. but do not let anyone penalize you for the thorns you've sprouted. new knowledge transforms us all accordingly. fuck the noise, bring in serenity .

i'm releasing control in soft ways, and it somehow makes me feel more in the know with myself. surrendering myself towards healing is permission to let go of all pretenses and operate exactly as i am; raw, yet exquisite. my pain does not define me. my anger does not define me .

my therapist once mentioned to me how deeply i perceived the world and it's elements, mentioning my urge to somehow try communicate that through means of my writing and creativity but what stood out is how she illuminated my urge to also be mentally relinquished on a vast pace .

the thing about getting older and wiser is that i don't have to compromise or devalue myself. i've earned the right to want things for myself. i am permitted to refuse things that disinterest me. there's no deeper reason, no deeper explanation. it's just the beauty growth .

exhausted by love which is rooted by inconsistencies, lack of values, effort and reassurance in the name of fear and greed. may genuine reassured love always be rooted in refuge, your heart should uphold the sense of security when indulging with another instead of fearing it .

nothing gives me the ick quite like capitalism. i listen to people i adore call themselves failures because of the amount in their account. i wish i would spend my whole life gnawing at this giant. but deep down in my soul, my bones are for poetry, music and liquid surrender .

bodies of water are so peaceful and calming. rivers, lakes, oceans, they all speak this universal language that says it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. they speak right to the core of me, to those wordless depths beneath my mind. i only wish to embody the alchemy it encompasses .

if i am to live forever, change is very necessary. i must not panic every time my interests shift or my perspectives adjust. there's enough galaxy and enough of me to wander brightly across these multiverses. if i really fall out of love, so what, if my humor softens, so what .

when two people are truly open with each other, every movement feels like an invitation to genuine synchronicity. there's a light in their eyes, beckoning them to brave the dark and follow it to its beginning. they win nothing with fences, but everything with soft inquisition .

i want someone to share my tastes and sensibilities with. i'm curious about what i'm capable of, and i would like someone to be curious alongside me. someone who is head over heels to be with me. someone who'd protect my vulnerability. someone who's worth moving mountains for .

there are people who've exited my life with a chip on their shoulder because i didn't mimic their attraction to me. that's not a flex. i've learned not to feel guilty about my own magnetism because it's mine to have. leading people on is not my character. i like what i like .