It does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.
AVA NICOLE- Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?
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Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?
More Ava Nicole Quotes
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It does not matter how much water your glass contains; never pour your water out, if it means sacrificing a refill.
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I am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.
AVA NICOLEI am not sorry for the way I love. I am only sorry for loving people who haven’t a clue on how to love themselves.
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We are perfectly imperfect human beings.
AVA NICOLEWe are perfectly imperfect human beings.
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People who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.
AVA NICOLEPeople who do not make room to love you, simply do not make room to love themselves.
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It’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.
AVA NICOLEIt’s okay to water your own plants. Expecting the rain to come when your plants haven’t fully grown, will stall your blooming. Don’t wait for others.
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I no longer seek the love I think I deserve but rather the love I’ve always deserved.
AVA NICOLEI no longer seek the love I think I deserve but rather the love I’ve always deserved.
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If there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.
AVA NICOLEIf there’s no struggle, you haven’t struggled yet.
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Never pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.
AVA NICOLENever pause on your needs to fulfill another person’s desires.
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It’s hard when all you want is the sky, chasing after the hues of pinks and blues, feeling that for once you’ve got a grip on clouds that swoosh through storms of your own. But it’s worse when you ask for the sun and receiving the soil stuck to your feet.
AVA NICOLEIt’s hard when all you want is the sky, chasing after the hues of pinks and blues, feeling that for once you’ve got a grip on clouds that swoosh through storms of your own. But it’s worse when you ask for the sun and receiving the soil stuck to your feet.
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My headspace is a playground and I’m still delayed in its construction.
AVA NICOLEMy headspace is a playground and I’m still delayed in its construction.
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Every day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.
AVA NICOLEEvery day is an up and down spiral I have become a hurricane coming in with no warning ceasing to understand where my destruction has come from at all.
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I love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.
AVA NICOLEI love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.
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My flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.
AVA NICOLEMy flower’s roots glue me down among the wet soil in which the thunder has stunned my growth. Maybe I’ve already grown through the storms and the sun is delayed in its rising.
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Are you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?
AVA NICOLEAre you only surrounding yourself with people because they add to your life or are you filling a void?
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We start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.
AVA NICOLEWe start looking for approval from strangers when we feel we can’t approve of ourselves.
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The wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.
AVA NICOLEThe wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.
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