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The thing about beauty is that it lies in the simplest of things, in the things made most ignorant by man, in nature, in the way that wildlife grows, in the sounds that animals make, in the smell of the air right after a storm, in how the wind carries the scent of flowers.
I think a natural disaster is natures way of telling mankind to stop destroying it, to stop changing everything and just maybe try and see the world for what it really is.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
She’s no human, no creature. She’s a Goddess. She’s absolutely fucking extraordinary.
Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.