Deine Stimme, meine Droge, ich kam nicht mehr davon weg.
At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough.
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I’ll plant a row of daisy seeds,
in the space below each eye,
so they’ll remind you of your beauty,
when they bloom each time you cry
E.H.
Please be gentle with your body. It loves you more than anyone or anything in this world. It fixes every cut, every wound, every broken bone, and fights off so many illnesses, sometimes without you even knowing about it. Even when you punish it, it is still there for you, struggling to keep you alive, keep you breathing. Your body is an ocean full of love. So please, be kind to it. It’s doing the very best it can.
Your Body is an Ocean | Nikita Gill (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)