We are contradictions — fragile and fierce, broken and beautiful, always finding ways to rebuild what the world tried to take.
We’re all just stars, trying to make sense of the infinite night that exists inside of us, reaching for light we can’t always see.
Love and hate are twins, born from the same cosmic fire, both fighting for the same fragile but unbreakable soul.
Music heals in ways words never could, turning unspeakable feelings into something you can carry in your hands and your heart.
Pain taught me the language of light, and now I speak it softly, even when no one is listening.
Choosing to love again is the most radical rebellion against the darkness that once tried to consume you.
Healing doesn’t erase the war; it just teaches you how to move with the rhythm of the chaos, and maybe even dance in it.
Sometimes healing isn’t quiet; it’s loud, messy, and beautiful — like a song you didn’t know you needed until you played it on repeat.
Healing doesn’t erase the war; it just teaches you how to move with the rhythm of the chaos, and maybe even dance in it.
We are contradictions — fragile and fierce, broken and beautiful, always finding ways to rebuild what the world tried to take.
Sometimes healing isn’t quiet; it’s loud, messy, and beautiful — like a song you didn’t know you needed until you played it on repeat.
Love is infinite, but so is the ache it leaves behind — a reminder that every connection changes us in ways we can never fully undo.
You can’t bury the feelings that were born to bloom; they’ll rise again, demanding to be felt, demanding to be freed.
Love created me, but hate carved the spaces where light could finally shine through; now, I carry both without shame.
My story isn’t clean or simple; it’s a cosmic storm of mistakes, miracles, and moments that still make perfect sense to me.
The truth doesn’t just hurt; it breaks you open so something real can finally grow in the empty spaces.
You can’t bury the feelings that were born to bloom; they’ll rise again, demanding to be felt, demanding to be freed.
In the silence of space, I finally heard my own voice — quiet but steady, reminding me I was never truly lost.
Every human carries galaxies of contradictions, and maybe that’s what makes us worth loving — even when we’re hard to understand.
To be human is to be infinite — flawed, fragile, and still filled with a wonder that refuses to fade.
Hate is nothing but love’s shadow, proof that we once cared so deeply it burned everything in its path.
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