Become one with yourself. When your body says something, listen to it. When your mind is burnt out, respect that. We can either work with or against ourselves; you choose which route you’d like to take.
Be kind. Really. Not just with others, but with yourself as well. Cherish the hearts of others, but also nurture your own. Take care of those around you, but also take the time to take care of yourself.
Take a moment. Really. Are you being too harsh on yourself? Remember that you must give yourself enough time to grow. You must show yourself patience. Unconditional love. Acceptance. Showing hostility towards yourself will not speed up your growth, but only dampen it. So remember, handle yourself delicately, and give yourself some more credit.
Believe it or not, our own self talk is a major contributor to how one feels about them self. Others may make unpleasant remarks or say mean things, but it is ultimately up to us whether we choose to believe it.
I came here to enjoy a vacation.. My appearance don’t even look nice.. I don’t think it’s right for you to be taking pictures. I understand your love for us, but will you be able to hold back a little? I’m asking you of this favor
The more time I spend with her the less time I spend worrying about “not wanting other people to look at her the way I look at her” because it’s not possible for anyone to look at her the way that I do. Nobody has gotten to see the sides of her that I have or learned about her the way that I have and I thank god every day for the experiences she’s given me. I fall more in love when I don’t even think it’s possible to fall any deeper. She truly is an amazing woman and I can’t wait to continue learning about her.
the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.