My name is Deirdre and these are the incessant ramblings of a young person with thought. There is a constant plaguing internal struggle between my reason and my intuition that has lasted longer than time. I wish I were a poet, an artist, and a musician but feel like I only understand the beauty I observe in creations because I can’t explain it in pictures, words, or music.
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"Many people still confuse ‘attachment’ with ‘love’. Attachments are about fear and dependency, and have more to do with love of self than love of another. Love without attachment is the purest love because it isn’t about what others can give you, because you’re empty. It’s about what you can give others—because you’re already full."
written by Yasmin Mogahed (via ugh)

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Maps.

Take me far away, where I can break apart from this heavy shell of a life and gleam a few sacred, unmapped days. Give me solitude and time, and nature as my closest company, and let me be. There are a lifetime’s worth of words, bubbling in my bone marrow, begging to be exorcised.

“Was there but world enough, and time.” cried the soul too busy finding her footing to fly.

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