At this moment she felt like a warm fire. Comfortable and calm.
It was difficult not to look at her. Not to pay attention to this unusual creature at his side. Even though she was so sweet and sincere, he couldn’t let his own feelings lead the way. For they will ruin all the light she gave in his presence. Ignoring his feelings was what he was willing to do.
For her, only for her.
~ All about Ivy
Ivy ~ She was constantly in doubt of the purpose in life. The road she wanted to take. The one of beauty and power or the one with love and soul. She hoped to create a new dimension of everything. Where love was power and where the beauty of each soul came to life. When we have beauty, power, love and soul. That’s where true happiness is ahead. How to create that new life, that’s what she didn’t know. So she decided that was her goal. Love, true love. So yes, she stays in the life she is in now. This is the place where her soul and other can grow to a beautiful power we never knew existed ~ 💗💎💗~ #love #power #beauty #soul #richness #lovepower #soulsearch
Jewelry and dresses always made her day. They made her feel complete. On her darkest days, their beauty always made her smile. Nothing expensive, she preferred the simplicity of her bracelets and earrings. She always said they made her feel stronger. They gave her more power. Other people around her bought the expensive stuff. The more gold, the better. Not for her. Silver was her favorite combined with nice fabrics to complete her look. So she created a uniqueness for her self, which couldn’t be bought, but only lived in her heart ~
~ 💎💗☀️~ *
Beautiful bracelets by @leo.mazzotti *
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Before, all she did was fight. Now she lived from her passion, which apparently led her to the love of her life. But after all the heartache in the past, she couldn’t understand her new world of peace. That small voice kept repeating all the terrible words of that time. There was no way to escape. Only to love. She needed to be strong. No escape. No mistakes. No sins. She will live the best she can, because it’s something no one ever believed she could. This will be her new voice. Her new mantra.
She can overcome
She will survive
She can be
She can be better
She will conquer
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There is a part of me that wants to show this part of anxiety so badly. There is part of me that is addicted to the mask of beauty. It’s the mask that kept me going, made people believe that I was worthy. Even though I felt pain inside.
Couple years ago I showed a little bit of my pain, then a lot and then, everything just slipped.
Now I am in a new home. With people who even adore me, but it’s the wrong part of me. Or not? For some reason they seem to look behind the mask. They carefully take it off and look what’s behind it.
They still think it’s beautiful. The pain is there, but silent. I am afraid what happens, when the voice of my pain becomes free, and people become aware of the loudness within me.
I see they love this silence, the whispering sadness. The adoration of my tears is what keeps me in his arms. So I stay, silent, whispering and full of love.