x__Claire__x: Awakening
x__Claire__x: There is no sound when a heart breaks
x__Claire__x: It was the day I met you that I discovered all I thought I knew about love was wrong.
x__Claire__x: Like a fistful of sand slipping through our fingers
x__Claire__x: To break is to understand that in pieces, we can still feel whole.
x__Claire__x: Unlearning all the ways I was taught to love myself less
x__Claire__x: There is something beautiful about the way the world feels after rain. Perhaps because we know that things bloom from storms, and maybe we do, too.
x__Claire__x: A honeybee does not dream kissing the mouth of a flower and then settle for its leaves.
x__Claire__x: Extinguished
♕ мαятα νσχєℓ ♕: Mirando el horizonte