the 5 love languages are:
- Sharing a blunt
- All forms of cooking
- Being incredibly stupid on purpose
- Collaborative hating
- Ignoring things
Everybody talks about cutting ppl off but nobody really talks about the grief that comes with having to stand firm on that decision knowing it’s not what you wanted but what was necessary for your well-being.
literally grief.
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Bella Hadid for Swarovski
Christmas tree by @lune1860 via ig
It matters because I gave it meaning bitch
Edna St. Vincent Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1922
“She was extraordinarily lovely, with something of both satin and velvet in her. Her eyes were dark and moist, her mouth glowed, her skin reflected the light.”
— Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.””
— C. JoyBell C. (via perrfectly)
Continuously reinventing myself until I find the “self” that I am comfortable and assured with.
quizas_mari via instagram
Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)
[Text ID: “I longed for love unbearably,”]
I hope you find a cozy home in yourself instead of wishing you were more this or less that. I hope you see something in yourself worth loving and protecting. I hope you find something that brings you comfort and lessens the loneliness. I hope you go on long walks and drink your favourite tea. I hope you have books, daydreams, paintbrushes, music and other escapes to hold on to when you have nothing else. I hope you continue to try even when you’re tired and can’t see the end. I hope unexpected good things come to surprise you. I hope you meet someone who lights up your life and makes up for all the goodbyes and endings that came before. I hope you’re going through your day and feel a sense of lightness all over and wonder to yourself, maybe it’s all going to be alright. I hope you make yourself proud. I hope you make new memories full of warmth and peace to replace the bad ones. I hope your heart will be surrounded with flowers, trees and stars. I hope everything gets better for you.
One of the most challenging things I’ve had to learn is that healing must be intentional. There is no one golden day that comes and saves you from all your misery. Healing is a practice. You have to decide that it’s what you want to do and actively do it. You have to make a habit out of it. Once I learned that, I only looked back to see how far I came.
Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence