In Iceland, books are exchanged on Christmas Eve, and you spend the rest of the night reading. People generally take their books to bed along with some chocolate. How cozy and wonderful does that sound?

(More fun facts: Iceland publishes more books per capita than any other country, and new books are typically published only during the Christmas season—the frenzy is called Jólabókaflóð, or the Christmas Book Flood.)

I am not looking
for the kind of love,
that forces me to prove
my worth

Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.

Be so full of Love and Light that nothing can bother your inner peace.

You have no idea just how much power you posses. It’s buried deep within you. That power can be accessed at any time. All you have to do is turn your attention within, and recognise that you do have value, that you do have worth, that nothing is impossible for you to achieve because you are an individualised aspect of the very thing that created this reality to begin with.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.

I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.

It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.