I paint your Soul.
Digital & Analogue
THE ONE YOU ARE LOOKING FOR IS YOU.
DON‘T SEEK, DON‘T SEARCH ~ RELAX.
THE PRICE OF LOVE
Every hello comes with the knowledge that one day there will be a goodbye. Every first kiss comes with the certainty that there will one day be a last. And yet
even though we know all love ends in sorrow, even though we know the price... we pay it.
We pay it again and again and again. We pay it because it makes life worth living.
We pay it because love... love is always worth it.
Just because she carries it all so well doesn’t mean it isn’t heavy.
She was just a ghost with a beating heart.
A passenger, a visitor to this time, this place; here to observe, to grow, to love.
And then return home.
Don‘t hide your hurt, beautiful soul. Grab hold of it and run it through the purifying flame of your heart. Gather up your stumbling stones and build a bridge for someone else.
Remember what it‘s like to be lost in darkness so you can be someone else‘s much needed light. Remember every single part of you that is soft was once hardened.
Remember you are an unrepeatable miracle.
Remember you are enough. A thousand times enough.
I always wanted you.
Even when I didn‘t know what I wanted.
Even before I knew you. It was you. You were the chapter that I didn‘t know the words to, but always knew it existed.
And when I finally found it and began to read, i knew I was home.
Keep doing the inner work.
Keep valuing yourself.
Keep honoring yourself.
And don‘t stop.
Don‘t ever stop.
Even when the one who is meant for you shows up, don‘t break eye contact with your heart. Don‘t ever stop loving yourself first. Love yourself so much that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter who comes in and out of your life, you will be okay, because you never left you.
When real love is present, nothing you say or do will make it stay or leave.
Beautiful girl, when the love is real, it will have no choice but to choose you too.
So choose you. Always.
SIT WITH IT
Sit with it.
Sit with it.
Sit with it.
Even though you want to run. Even though it‘s heavy.
Even though you‘re not quite sure. But sit with it.
Allow your fear, become your selfdoubt, call it all in. Nurture it, learn from it. Own it.
And then let it all go. Feeling is healing.
Man is the only animal that refuses to be what he is.
Our lives are meaningless and will remain so. The answer is to embrace the meaninglessness of life and get through it with a smile. Man must rebel. Become so absolutley free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
"I rebel therefore I exist."
Fold your worries into paper planes and turn them
into flying fucks.
I see someone’s anger towards me as an expression of wisdom. I may see their judgements towards me as an inadequacy towards themselves, but—and here’s the thing— I really don’t mind. Read more...
One day, someone will walk into your life and make you realise why it never worked out with anyone else. A person with whom you have an immediate connection - a connection so strong that you recognise yourself in another. As this connection developes over time, you experience a love so strong and complex, that you begin to doubt if you have ever truly loved before.
You will then understand the differance between the love of your life and a soulmate - one you can choose, the other one not.
THANK YOU FOR THE FLOWERS
I really appreciate your effort in trying to win me over with all your words and that sparkling smile. Thank you for agreeing with every fucking thing I say and
making me feel like a fucking goddess.
And because of that, it is time for me to move on. There is nothing left to say, for all I hear you say is „yes“. But what I feel is you tearing on my soul. You think you are acting out of love, but it’s your fear of loss. So please let go. You see, your „yes“ hurts me. It hurts to see you trying to hold on to something you cannot own. It hurts that you believe I can give you something that you cannot. It terrifies me to see your flame go out every time we seperate. You are attached to my soul, but you have lost connection to yours. .
You call it love, but through your eyes and behind that radiant smile of yours, I see your terrified soul longing for more of this warming feeling of aliveness. But I am not here to fulfill you desires. I am not a teacher, I am your awakener.
NOT MY PLANET
She´s real, and she´s magic. But this is not her planet.