Lifediaryofann - Ann

Casted shadows are beautiful until they're casted by your memories, or traumas. Who would dance in the shadows casted by nightmares?

Anneshwa

“I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.”

— Farah Gabdon

There are some things that fill me with lumps of emotions, someone touching my hand, looking deep into someone's eyes, sky changing it's colors, clusters of clouds forming weird and beautiful shapes,the setting sun, someone's giggle .

- Anneshwa✨

Good Girl and Other Yearnings, Isabelle Correa

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“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

-Van Gogh

Sometimes my soul drenched in pain and agony cries, cries out loud to hear your voice.

if you’re in you’re early-mid twenties and they fucking suck, i promise they fucking suck for most people because it’s the time when you are really figuring out who you want to be how you fit into the world who you should surround yourself and it’s mostly misfires and painful learning experiences and reckoning with your childhood and learning to heal your deep wounds, it’s a very very painful transformation process and it doesn’t really end as you get older, you keep growing and learning, but you learn more and more the tools you need and you can equip yourself with them in times of hardship and find the spaces where you belong that can hold you

An euphonious evening,

amiable collection of hues,

changing forever,

till they're hugged by the darkness.

The sky plays beautiful rhythms,

and tunes can be heard for moments,

before silence grasps everything.

The beauty of a rhythmic sunset ✨

-Anneshwa 🌻

Mary Karr, in “Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer”