Being alive is such a special occasion, and I love it.
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Mixtape Journal
Sometimes I get this really strong urge to read because it acts as a portal to a completely different world.
The day the risk to remain tight in a bud became more painful than the risk to blossom.
Three passages from Elif Shafak on change, self-love, and the invisible web that connects us all.
Lines from Paulo Coelho that stay with you long after the last page.
A Charlotte Brontë poem on the hidden treasures of the heart.
A list of small, real, reliable things.
A small poem on the question of knowing someone — or yourself.
Robert Frost on nature's impermanence — and ours.
A personal list of intentions, not resolutions.
Simple, complicated things that bring meaning without pretense.