“Who am I? I am not a disease, nor my weight, nor even my family. I am not my job, or my things, or the house I live in. I am not the words used to describe me (quiet or boring or something else I haven’t thought of), the books I read, or the clothes I wear. I am not what you see, on the outside or what I say or even the things I do. It’s all illusory. I am, instead, this essence inside. I am the strength that gives me breath each day. I am the love I feel within. I am a light in the dark. I am a little piece of this universe. I am human. I am silence. I am hope burning. I am kindness. I am laughter. I am all of these things. I am.” — Erica Orloff % inspired


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"There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic." written by Dianne Setterfield,The Thirteenth Tale (via pressured)

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"I have so much to say when I’m alone, but whenever I’m in the presence of another person I forget it all. During those moments, it’s as if another person takes over, someone who has no ability to process complicated thoughts into words. Something is trapping me, and I don’t know what it is. The less I know about it, the stronger it becomes and my grasp on the outside world gets weaker and weaker. The only way I’ve been able to explain my thoughts is through writing. I fear that with time, it will take this too, and all my channels with reality will be broken." written by (via petallis)

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