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“It is a muggy August morning and the air in the room is still. Well over half the year has gone by already, which is a worry. I wanted to make something of myself this year. There’s still time, I think. Definitely some time.”
— Yrsa Daley-Ward, “The Terrible” (via sapphoisms)
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
fun fact: this POV is actually called “body neutrality” and it’s SO MUCH more accessible/realistic for a lot of people. it’s based on the idea that the way we look is the least interesting/important thing about who we are, and that our bodies are worthy of respect regardless if they fit the mold of the current beauty ideals.
humans are obsessed with escapism - through movies, books, music, art, daydreams. our souls really weren’t made for this world.
kinda want to go to a log cabin on a mountain with a nice fireplace and quilts and be peaceful for a while
Do you ever just read a really good book and when you're done with it and putting it away it takes your bloody soul and mind away with it? Like there's some sort of unbreakable spell tying your entire being and sanity to it ?
“Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.”
— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
Words! Mere Words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.”
— Virginia Woolf
Source: quotemadness.com
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Bookstore: but not the ones you want. lol. you should have seen your face!
“You will always be okay! Money and material things come to you when you dare to trust in life’s ability to take you exactly where you need to go. When we live in fear we create tense vibrations that keep the things we long for at a distance. Worrying is praying for what we don’t want to happen. Focus on what you want, not what you fear!” ― Rachel Brathen, Yoga Girl
Me: “I want to read a book.”
My Brain: Then read one...?
Me:
This is me now a days.. ugh i hate this phase.
Its not that she doesn't talk to anyone. She'll rip her heart out if she sees in someone, the depth to hold, all of her sorrows.
She talks to the damaged ones too, the ones she thinks are broken just the same way as she is. Because they would get it, all the unsaid and unheard part of her.
- Prison of fate
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It takes only one book to change your life entirely.
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray