Look At Her 🥹

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If you're someone's who's been ever told that your art, creativity, work or social status doesn't make sense;

or the fact that you'll never make it anywhere or maybe someone has called you dumb, worthless, a failure let me tell you that it doesn't matter.

Because if you believe in yourself deep down to the core and rely upon the gut feelings, then nothing I repeat, not a single drop from obstacles, blockages, distractions or toxicity can deviate you away from your aspired goal.

Honey, it might seem difficult right now but you're being polished to become a priceless diamond.

Every criticism, critique, those toxic loved ones who could never become your safe space are nothing more than a fleeting experience and precious catalyst who would add up into this bigger picture, regarding which you've no idea.

You're breaking, smashing, crashing, mending, relocating, creating, moving, dwelling on transformation and going towards evolution. You're healing too.

This time might appear as a moment of sensitivity and vulnerability but don't you dare stop at the words of those who never stood or responded when you badly desired for their help.

Go where your authenticity discovers its recognition and acceptance, vice-versa.

Your people will find you and you'll find them too. They'll become your shoulders to lean and you'll catch their tears before they can get wasted. Don't stop, dearie.

Keep walking. Keep moving.

Trust who you're turning into.

Alexander Zverev attends a press conference after defeating Kyle Edmund during the 2018 Rolex Shanghai Masters Men’s Singles Quarterfinals in Shanghai, China

Alexander Zverev at the 2018 BNP Paribas Open

𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡)

❝𝓛𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷, 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭? 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻.❞ -𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

shimmering beautiful

I love their friendship so much ❤❤❤

Love is never lost. Just like energy, it is eternal and infinite. This emotion runs through each and every organism, making it immortally universal.

Love transfuses itself into different forms. Sometimes it is as concrete as solid, then again, often acts like the fluid liquid and evaporates in its gaseous variability.

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”

— Stephen King

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