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Today’s Playlist

1. Gyspy-Fleetwood Mac

2. Ramblin’ on My Mind-Robert Johnson

3. Life Begins at the Oxford Circus-Jack Hylton

4. You’re my Thrill- Lew Stone & His Band

5.Where Are You(Girl of My Dreams)- Al Bowlly and Anona Winn

6. Kiss Me Tonight-Jack Hylton & His Band

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Identity.

This simple question, I have asked myself a million times. Who am I? What do I want to do with my life? What is my passion? What is my worth? All the latter come down to WHO AM I? 

So, for weeks and weeks. I’ve been sitting and processing. Okay, I was working a job I hated 11 hours a day, but still processing questions like: Is this all there is to life? Is this really my passion? I can’t even do that, can I? Also I questioned my own worth, my own value, my own beauty. Looking at what I believed I lacked.

    Is your identity from your behaviour or your behaviour from your identity?


A great man, Bill Johnson made me really breathe this in. He spoke about how one cannot place someone’s identity in their behaviour, because behaviour comes from who they think they are. 

However, just because one thinks that they are something does that really mean that’s who they are? 

For instance, how many times have you seen someone you consider gorgeous struggle with low self-esteem? 

Have you ever noticed when people try to change their actions, they can’t? It’s like the moment one is like I’m going to stop drinking all the time, the next moment they’re back with another bottle?

It’s because the solution is not found in the outer behaviour, but the inner identity which one holds of themselves.

So who are we are really??? 

TRUTH: WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

Not the lies you think you are, not the doubt, not the fear.

You are beautiful,  you are worthy, you are honourable, you graceful. You are who you want to be. So let it shine. :) 

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I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
– Pablo Neruda, to Matilde Urrutia, October 1959 (via roald-darling)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
– ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via sillylillycherry)

Today’s Playlist

1. Gyspy-Fleetwood Mac

2. Ramblin’ on My Mind-Robert Johnson

3. Life Begins at the Oxford Circus-Jack Hylton

4. You’re my Thrill- Lew Stone & His Band

5.Where Are You(Girl of My Dreams)- Al Bowlly and Anona Winn

6. Kiss Me Tonight-Jack Hylton & His Band

(Source: beccahlynn)

Identity.

This simple question, I have asked myself a million times. Who am I? What do I want to do with my life? What is my passion? What is my worth? All the latter come down to WHO AM I? 

So, for weeks and weeks. I’ve been sitting and processing. Okay, I was working a job I hated 11 hours a day, but still processing questions like: Is this all there is to life? Is this really my passion? I can’t even do that, can I? Also I questioned my own worth, my own value, my own beauty. Looking at what I believed I lacked.

    Is your identity from your behaviour or your behaviour from your identity?


A great man, Bill Johnson made me really breathe this in. He spoke about how one cannot place someone’s identity in their behaviour, because behaviour comes from who they think they are. 

However, just because one thinks that they are something does that really mean that’s who they are? 

For instance, how many times have you seen someone you consider gorgeous struggle with low self-esteem? 

Have you ever noticed when people try to change their actions, they can’t? It’s like the moment one is like I’m going to stop drinking all the time, the next moment they’re back with another bottle?

It’s because the solution is not found in the outer behaviour, but the inner identity which one holds of themselves.

So who are we are really??? 

TRUTH: WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

Not the lies you think you are, not the doubt, not the fear.

You are beautiful,  you are worthy, you are honourable, you graceful. You are who you want to be. So let it shine. :) 

(Source: beccahlynn)

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the world needs more people like this. :)

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the world needs more people like this. :)

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I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
– Pablo Neruda, to Matilde Urrutia, October 1959 (via roald-darling)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
– ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via sillylillycherry)
Today’s Playlist
Identity.
"I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life."
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

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