Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.

Victoria Erickson  (via awakenedvibrations)

To all that responded to my latest post:

YOU are the ones that keep me going. That keep me inspired. That keep my hand swaying enough to form letters to fit into a poetic piece.
I can’t and won’t ever be able to thank you enough. And I truly hope that when I do release my book you all are still by my side and supporting me.
So much Love for all of you. So much.

Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.

C. Assaad  (via a-living-world)