theenchantedmuse:



It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.

Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. 
That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.

-Lang Leav

theenchantedmuse:

It happens like this. One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.
Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
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It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. 
That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.

At moments she seems non-human, because she is so unconscious of her acts, unfettered by human considerations or hesitations. She lives as if in a dream, in innumerable impulses and whims, plunging into relationships, destroying unintentionally in her fiery course. She is so busy just being, talking, walking, making love, drinking, that she can achieve nothing else. She refuses to contemplate the meaning of direction in her life. She lives within chaos. So she is just being. Nothing can control her. She is our fantasy let loose upon the world. She does what others do only in their dreams. Mindless, the life of our unconscious without control. There is a fantastic courage in this, to live without laws, without fetters, without thought of consequences. I look with awe on her impulsiveness, her recklessness; She enriches me more than tender devotions of others, the measured loves, the considerate cautiousness of others. I will love her back and enrich her as well.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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