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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn. Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via sunflower-mama)

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It is quite incredible how beauty is often found in the simplest of things. Like the way freshly washed hair feels when twisting between fingertips. When you’re washing the dishes in the morning and the soft sunlight streams through the splashing, filled-with-soap-suds water and creates a miniature rainbow. Those frequent moments when a child is utterly fascinated by how an ant can be so tiny yet carry so much weight, how the sky is so purely blue and the taste of pink strawberries so extremely sweet. When your friends tell you that pumpkin spice frappuccinos are back and colder air will be swiftly approaching, bringing with it the hiding of faces behind frightening (or silly) costumes and the sound of joyous jingle bells and the smell of intoxicating peppermint. The way the ocean rushes over your feet and relieves the uncomfortable burning from the hot sand. When you grasp the hand of whom you love and that sensation of soul-warmth radiates from the center of your palm all the way to your toes, even when they are hanging off the bed and exposed to the chilly temperature of the night. The way a baby imitates their mothers smile. The tired strings of an old guitar. The six dollars of change that is living in the bottom of your purse. The courage that rushes in during the most terrifying of moments. Those five, frustrating minutes when you are sitting at a red light and suddenly realize that life is not always about chasing the road as fast as you possibly can, but sometimes it is just about being in the moment.- Noticing the little things that you never did before. Breathing in the air and actually feeling a gentle gust of wind bristling against the tiny hairs in your nose. Closing your reflective-of-the-entire-universe-eyes and being captivated by the galaxy that is your own brilliant mind. There is beauty and clarity in the simplest areas of life; please, don’t miss them. Please, don’t miss them. 

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Been a little MIA lately. College life… 

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