human

bonjouralexander:

I love the feeling when I am reminded that I am human, and that the mistakes I have made in the past does not define who I am now. I love being reminded, also, that there are still people left in the world that still have feelings, that still cry, that still get angry, that have insecurities, that have made the same mistakes I have, and that sometimes we lose faith in everything and everyone from time to time. We are simply, human, and we often forget that.

Certain combinations of syllables

I like making lists of names I like.
Some of them:

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Astrid
Calliope
Evangelina
Galatea
Lotus
Lucrezia
Magdalena
Ornussa
Palestrina
Yasmine

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Caspian
Dorian
Falcon
Leif
Lucas
Michelangelo
Nimbus
Orpheus
Raphael
Seth
Vodka

And maybe for pets:
Butter
Button
Mutton
Napoleon
Peaches
Indigo
Jet
Killer
Tango
Vanilla

Lovely knees, scraped elbows

she wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world.

she doesn’t believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.

she sits on his bed and orders one beautiful sunrise after
another. she says: let’s reinvent what magic is.

she replaces fear of the unknown with curiosity.

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These lovely writing excerpts are from here.