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A french twist with my Elemental Child Nuit crown.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. by Anaïs Nin (via observando)

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Matt Wisniewsk
For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support, that “unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”…The truth is, you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved. The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation. by Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog”

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