This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she’d created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly, the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidantes, and she was sharing with them her magic.
—  Heartless by Marissa Meyer
My heart skipped a beat when you looked at me, goosebumps became present on my arms when you touched me. My lips went numb when you kissed me; from that moment forward, when I found myself looking at you and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. I knew I was falling in love.
—  my own
(Explorell-Blog) #11

asquareinverona  asked:

So so so I just read The Master of Disguise and I'm making little squeaking noises. It's so fantastic. Honestly. I love it. ALSO THE ART IS SUPER AWESOME AND AMAZING AND I'M REALLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT, CAN YOU TELL?? But yes. I just wanted to say that you're awesome.

@asquareinverona your AWESOME!!!! AND YOURE MAKING ME EMOTIONAL!!!

The ever divinely orchestrated, unfolding somatic genius inside of you holds the promise of soothing the innocently desperate questions for a final sense of safety and relief.

For as you allow your self to slow way down and bear curious witness to the felt experience within the sacred container of your body temple, something much holier than the answers to your mind’s most burning questions is being offered; one of the greatest invitations for a multidimensional, sensitive, sentient being.

An invitation depicting the paradoxical love story of life’s dreaming… the sacred return to a sense of wholeness, from a sweet surrender into the poetic, unpredictable dance of disintegration and integration. As ancient future lovers, they passionately move as the ebb and flow in your experience.

Gently asking you to invoke your bravery and embrace the ride, regardless of the nature of emotional states moving through you, as playful waves in the vast ocean. For what accepting this holiest of invitations will show you, is that you are the infinite space, the entire ocean, within which this magical interplay weaves itself into being.
—  Angelica Jill Grace