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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

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And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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Home Love Moon Return
Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
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Darkness Light Match Spark Woman
You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Alive Heart Love Museum Yourself
You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
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Better Self Love Soft Yourself
Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
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Born Control Face Fear Hero Yourself
Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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Beyond Children Fluent Hurt Language
Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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Chest Home People Seek
Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgment.
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Creation Imagination Judgement People Survival Talk
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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Break Up Finding Himself Missing Self Love Toxic Whisper
Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
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Beautiful Fly Sea Sun Way Wings Yourself
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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Choice Eyes Habit Herself Love Magic Question
There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.
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Art Empty Natural
Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Agony Forgiveness Herself Perfection Reveal

The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.

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