"Its one of the quietest and loneliest places in rome. The city has grown up around it over centuries. It feels like a precious wound a heartbreak you can't let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we are afraid of changing,of things crumbling to ruins. Then i looked around in this place and the chaos it endured. The way it has been burned,adapted,pilaged then found a way to build itself backup again. And i was reassured maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic. Its just the world that is and the only trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is a road to transformation. Even in this endless city Augestum showed me that we must always be prepared for endless waves of transformation. Both of us deserve better than staying together because we are afraid what we would destroy if we don't"
~Eat pray love
~Eat pray love
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There is something peaceful about loving you.🖤
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"On purpose!love people on purpose! Find someone wonderful and love them and tell them it wasn't an accident,you had a choice. You saw who they were and realized how lovely it would be to love them and it is!!!I made a good decision!I love you on purpose!"
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As much as this is repeatedly said what we went through cannot be excuse for our behaviours. Every single experience we had in our past isnot a good enough excuse for how we treat others. Nor should we uphold it as an answer to why we should be treated as different from others. The world put us all through similar experiences with just a different seasoning to it. Your past doesnot grant you the right to make victims who later on in their life will be forced to reflect that onto others. Good day!
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"The time, while pruning a basket of green beans over the sink, you said, out of nowhere, “I’m not a monster. I’m a mother.”
What do we mean when we say survivor? Maybe a survivor is the last one to come home, the final monarch that lands on a branch already weighted with ghosts.
The morning closed in around us.
I put down the book. The heads of the green beans went on snapping.
They thunked in the steel sink like fingers. “You’re not a monster,” I said.
But I lied.
What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once."
What do we mean when we say survivor? Maybe a survivor is the last one to come home, the final monarch that lands on a branch already weighted with ghosts.
The morning closed in around us.
I put down the book. The heads of the green beans went on snapping.
They thunked in the steel sink like fingers. “You’re not a monster,” I said.
But I lied.
What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once."