Yi, she/her, asian infp girl, a privacy account with focused on working. Addicted with Hamada Asahi and Mark Lee! æspa, treasure, nct, BLACKPINK, ariana grande, keshi, LANY, james arthur!

Juue; was BEAUTIFUL, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the SPARKLE in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. Littaa; was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. +:ꔫ:﹤

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ O divine art of subtlety and secrecy! Through you we learn to be invisible, through you inaudible, and hence we can hold the enemy's fate in our hands....the Puritans compressed whatever mirth and public joy they deemed allowable to human infirmity; thereby so far dispelling the customary cloud, that, for the space of a single holiday, they appeared scarcely more grave than most other communities at a period of general affliction.

She had wanted to escape her life, for she had the greatest appetite for life. A burning desire to lead a simple life of pleasure and happiness. Dreaming of living in sleepless cities, spending her mornings reading and digesting all the beautiful works she could get her hands on, and when the sunsets, she would turn into a fiery storm of effortless beauty that no one else could harness. A child of spring, she basked in the warm spills of honey on the windy days, spending them by the water with salty hair and the fullest heart. A girl with the grandest love for knowledge, spending her days immersed in the studies of humanities and literature. She grew up admired and loved, partly for her mystery, and partly for being the brightest soul in any room, self-assured, confident and charming. The girl with alluring chestnut hair and warm honey eyes, making all those around her think: how could someone ever be so utterly beautiful?

It may seem marvellous that, with the world before her-kept by no restrictive clause of her condemnation within the limits of the Puritan settlement, so remote and so obscure-free to return to her birth-place, or to any other European land, and there hide her character and identity under a new exterior, as completely as if emerging into another state of being and having also the passes of the dark, inscrutable forest open to her, where the wildness of her nature might assimilate itself with a people whose customs and life were alien from the law that had condemned her-it may seem marvellous that this woman should still call that place her home, where, and where only, she must needs be the type of shame. But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it. Her sin. her ignominy, were the roots which she had struck into the soil.

'*•.¸♡ I am forgiving ♡¸.•*' do not take things personal, as I understand that hateful behavior stems from projection or inner wounds within others. Self forgiveness is a gift of freedom to myself. Forgiving myself makes it easier to forgive others. I am worthy of healing. I did the best that I could with what knew at the time. Forgiveness is not a trait of weakness. It is a conscious choice to rise above all misery and freedom of the mind.