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Broken People
It’s the ‘broken’ people we should be listening to. Because it’s the ‘broken’ people who have already faced the pain we are yet to face. Continue reading
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
My heart lives inside of me. Dearest, home. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. Continue reading
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In the Stars
Meet me in the stars my precious little ones. And we will dance and play and love without the endings human life must eventually bring. Continue reading
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Rain
Maybe this whole time instead of running away from the rain we should have been running into it asking it questions, like: ‘If you can feed the green under my feet— what is it, rain, that you can do for me?’ Continue reading
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Some Kind of Magic
It’s some kind of magic that you and you and you will read these words and think and feel and be something different than you were before you read them. Continue reading
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The Year of Us
When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… Continue reading
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Let Them Be
I do this thing where I try to ‘fix’ the people I love. When they are sad. When they are confused. When they are in pain. I do this because when the people who feel like ‘joy’ to me suddenly… Continue reading
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Magic
It’s time to believe in magic. Continue reading
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Tell It To The Sky
When I find myself in times of trouble, I look to the sky and I say: ‘Stop. Thank you. I’ve got this.’ Then I smile as I realise that what I’ve said is actually quite true. Continue reading
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