I admire vulnerability. The kind that flashes across a friend’s face for an instant — then they blink, realizing what happened, and it’s gone.
I love it when someone lets me in. When they open their ideas, their heart, and their soul to me because they want me in there. When they share ideas in a whisper that fills a room that wraps around your body like smoke. The kind of ideas that change how a person looks — when you’re home and you notice that there’s a flicker, a flicker of something that’s stirring inside you. Something that embodies something that’s bigger than the original something; something that whispers, loudly — share me.
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