blinding


But forgiveness… I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.


We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit. We are filled with hope. Alive with transformation. We can become.



“Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”



clavicle-moundshroud:

 

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criptoas:

Piotr Stachiewicz

criptoas:

Piotr Stachiewicz



fleurdulys:

Portrait of a Young Girl Holding Flowers - English School

fleurdulys:

Portrait of a Young Girl Holding Flowers - English School


igotsomechildcats:

Miranda

igotsomechildcats:

Miranda