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me? both avoiding and craving attention? you bet

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“I hate the sound of my voice. And the way I look when I laugh. I hate the sound of my laugh too. I hate the way I walk and my body posture. I hate my body itself and how I look in the mirror. I hate the way I talk and the words I choose, how I talk too much and nonsense or not at all. I hate the way I eat or the fact that I eat. I hate what I think and what runs through my mind. I hate what runs through my veins too and how I feel. I hate how I hate myself: too deeply, too truly, too much to even normally function.”

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If somebody wears black every day, nobody cares. If somebody wears yellow every day, that’s weird.

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Jamie Dornan > Elle (2015)

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Source: danger

A Response to:

I would go to my phone and text you.

I would run to a person who isn’t a love at all.

Maybe a simple crush I wish were more.

I would get on a train and travel to meet you wherever you are.

I say all this with such confidence

but the truth is

no amount of liquor could make me run to you.

No amount of whiskey could share the truth.

No amount of anything could reveal my feelings to you.

I’d end up picking the one in the corner on his guitar.

Or the one getting high with his buddies.

Or the one playing videogames all day.

But my heart would yearn for you.

I would pick them because they are safe.

I would pick them because they can’t do much better.

I’d want to pick you because you are unpickable.

You are forbidden.

You are the light at the end of a dark tunnel telling me that I am safe.

You are a sweet glass of lemonade on a warm summer day.

You are actually a person, I’m afraid.

I can talk to lemonade pitchers all day, but when I speak to you I’m frozen.

If you were in a room full of your past loves, would you text me?

I open my mouth and all that comes out isn’t the truth.

It’s little white flowers, dropping hints at the sight of you.

I wish I knew how to tell you.

I wish you could finally see.

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You CANNOT serve from an empty vessel but go off I guess

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OP what does this mean?

sandersstudies

When your friends are hungry, you cannot serve them from an empty breadbasket, no matter how good your intentions. When they're thirsty, you cannot serve them from an empty pitcher, no matter the effort you put in.

We have to stock ourselves with good things before we are able to give them away, and if we are too exhausted to make bread, we must rest before we can make it to serve our friends. If we are too hungry to serve, we must eat some bread ourselves first.

It's a metaphor for emotional exhaustion. When we wear ourselves down it makes it difficult or impossible to help the people around us, and all the effort and good intentions in the world can't make up for the fact that our vessels are empty. It's hard to not want to serve when our friends are in trouble, but trying to serve from an empty vessel often leaves both of you floundering.

On the contrary, when we care for ourselves and are kind to our body and mind, we are full vessels, and serving the people around us becomes easier. That's why it's important to take time for ourselves once in a while, to refill ourselves with good things.