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I'm Daniella.. I live in a suburbs near Chicago city. I love to create things with my hands; rather it's painting,sketching,building,cooking, decorating or photographing. I like music, biking, flowers, nature, coffee, the night sky, yoga, food, traveling, writing, feeling, exploring, tattoos and so much more. I'm mostly an introvert. I think more then I say. But I do love people and am fascinated by the differences and minds of individuals.

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt
"Come along, don’t hang around, take your time. Don’t start writing love poems, they’re the hardest, wait till you’re at least 80. Write about something else, I don’t know, the sea, the wind, a radiator, a tram running late, no one thing’s more poetic than another. Poetry isn’t without, it’s within. Don’t ask what’s poetic or true, look in the mirror, poetry’s you. Dress your poems up, choose your words carefully, be selective, some things you need eight months to find one word. Beauty started when people began to choose, since Adam and Eve. You know how long Eve took to pick the right fig leaf? How about this one? How about this one? She stripped bare all the fig trees in Paradise.
Fall in love, if you don’t love it’s all dead! Fall in love and everything will come to life. Squander yourjoy, dissipate your cheerfulness. Be sad and silent with enthusiasm, hurl your happiness into people’s faces.
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This is what you have to do. To convey happiness you must be happy and to convey pain you must be happy. To be happy, you must suffer! Don’t be scared of suffering, the whole world suffers! If you don’t have the means, don’t worry, only one thing is necessary to write poetry, everything. Don’t try to be modern, it’s the most old-fashioned thing there is. If a line doesn’t come to you in this position, chuck yourself on the ground like this! It’s lying down that you see the sky. Why didn’t I do that before? What are you looking at? Poets don’t look, they see. Make words obey you.
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That’s true beauty, like those lines there, that I want left there forever. Erase it all, we’ve got to start, the lesson’s over."
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  Roberto Benigni, La Tigre e la Neve (via onetigerlilly)



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