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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.

Stephanie Briar

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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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