The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
- Carl Sandburg
- I am worthy of love and acceptance.
- My feelings are valid and important.
- I forgive my past and embrace my present.
- I am deserving of happiness and joy.
- I am safe and protected.
- I trust the journey of healing.
- My inner child is resilient and strong.
- I am in control of my life now.
- I release old wounds and embrace healing.
- I am enough, just as I am.
- I deserve to be treated with kindness and respect.
- I am capable of creating a life I love.
- I am surrounded by love and support.
- I am proud of who I am becoming.
- I am deserving of all good things.
- I am healing more and more every day.
- I am open to receiving love and care.
- I am connected to my inner wisdom.
- I am free from the burdens of my past.
- I am brave and courageous.
- I am deserving of inner peace.
- I am in charge of my own happiness.
- I am worthy of trust and understanding.
- I am loved for who I am.
- I am constantly growing and evolving.
- I am deserving of a life filled with joy.
- I am a beacon of light and hope.
- I am deserving of comfort and security.
- I am in a continuous process of healing.
- I am embracing my inner child with love and compassion.
Lets goo
Vincent Van Goph
— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.
Every minute without you, without love and my potential future is agony.. it’s like there’s no purpose left, no reason to my life. I feel so empty inside. Trapped in a meaningless melancholy. The sun no longer shines, the flowers no longer bloom.. the moon no longer soothes.. art has lost its beauty.
She walks in beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron
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