Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive. You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
- Victoria Erickson
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Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.
- Earl Nightingale
that moment when you hear someone getting home and have to brace yourself for the disappearance of your good mood