There is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter. Those who persevere, despite all they’ve been through, those who still believe there is good in the world, as dark things we often find we need that light the most.
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
Don’t fall in love with me. Not unless you’re ready for a God damn fight. I don’t want frailty, or fiction and fairy tales. I want you to be irrational, because I’m irrational. Be bold. Speak your mind. I want your wildfires, and obscenities. I want your passion, and priorities. Protect what’s yours. I’ll defend what’s ours. Let us fight against routines and bad habits, and anything typical. And don’t you dare quit. Not on us, not on yourself.
Inspirational Illustrations on Notebooks & Stationary Pay Homage to the Magic of Nature by Katie Daisy
Oregon-based illustrator Katie Daisy admits to being raised by “birds and warm breezes” in a small town, “where she was brought up among the other wildflowers with roots planted deeply in the natural world.” Deeply impassioned by nature, Daisy’s aim is to interpret the beauty of Mother Earth she has engraved deeply in her velvet bones.
She hopes to convey the message of our surroundings through her adventurous and vibrant illustrations. Composed by watercolor, acrylic, photoshop, the watercolor creations contain messages of inspiration, love of beauty, poetry and nature expressed by the most influential minds in literature, art and humanity.
Adorned with floral patterns, constellations, landscape sceneries, and plants, Daisy’s work is a wildly romantic series, which urges everyone to dream. The small literary excerpts communicate the simple joys of life and the magic found in nature. You can find her entire collection in her Etsy shop.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
I am realizing that this skin I’ve worn
may not be fitting any longer
it has begun to strangle me blue
yet I don’t know how to be
I suppose I should learn
how to be big
how to take up space
how to scream out of anything other than fear
how to be unafraid of being seen
and how to stand up when I am questioned
instead of turning on myself
because I was under the impression that it’s easier
to tear myself apart with the rest of the wolves
than to defend my own ideas
this is the year to try
I love your silence. It is so wise. It listens. It invites warmth. I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you. You have the loneliness that all true heroes have, a loneliness that is a deep sea, within which the fishes of mystery dwell. I love your quest. It is noble. It has greatness in it. Only one who is born under a blessed star would set sail across the billowing waves and the wild squalls, because of a dream. I love your dream. It is magical. Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the world, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are the unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.
I pray you find all of the peace, joy, and love you have been looking for. I pray you feel the grace of God like never before.
I hope you find happiness in all of right places (and forget the wrong ones). I hope you feel whole and safe and welcome every place you go.
And I hope, in the inevitable times of darkness, you never forget Who’s you are.