life's too short for sorrow

Dry your tears child, life is too short for so much sorrow.
—  American Horror Story

The Decatur Herald, Illinois, October 15, 1928

The Sin Of Omission by Margaret Sangster

It isn’t the thing you do, dear;
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flower you might have sent, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.

The stone you might have lifted
Out of brother’s way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.

The little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find
They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our great compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

dear self,
I know you have been rather sad lately and that every time things start looking up you can’t help but hold your head down and you know what, that’s okay. but you are letting yourself change into someone you are not. you are not the negative girl who keeps her head down, you are not the girl who has her head face down on the desk because she is too shy to say the answer or even fucking look around her. you are not the girl who starts crying in the middle of the class because she sees something that made her sad inside, you are NOT a sad girl. but it’s okay that you feel this way right now because a lot has been going but it’s time to stop wallowing, time to stop just surviving and start really living because life is too short for this and all you’re doing is drowning in sorrow and it’s tiring. you stay up too late now and worry about everything, whether it’s a word or two, or what you’re gonna do, my friend you have got to stop worrying so much about things that are trivial and that will pass. your mind holds too many precious things to hold all of your toxic worries. you have go to stop holding yourself back and stop being scared to even fucking breathe around people because you deserve to breathe too. and I know these past few weeks have been hell for you, and you’ve been saying sorry like its “hello” and you’ve been mumbling apologies at people like its their first name and you have got to stop. and you’re gonna. and I’m gonna. I’m gonna get better for me, myself, because it is not selfish to want to build yourself up. you have to. and so you will. and I will. I’m gonna get better and I’m gonna be happier because for once in my life, I’ll say it, I deserve happiness and it’s time to stop being so fucking sad.
love,
me
—  a letter to myself // ig writingmyself

something ive realized these past few months is that life is short. honestly life is so short and you are never promised a tomorrow. and i know sometimes we wish our time was even shorter and we beg the sky to swallow us whole and i just wanted to say that i learned that life is too short for so much sorrow. it’s okay to be sad, it really is. because some days that’s all you can be, but at the end of the day you need to make sure you’re saving love for yourself and picking yourself up off of the floor. it’s okay to accept help, it is okay to take someone’s hand and let them guide you through the darkness too but you are strong. remember that, because there will always be people who will try and convince you that you aren’t and life is far too short to let toxic people strip your strength away from you. so what im trying to say is; know what you deserve and don’t you dare settle for any less. because you deserve the world and settling for less is only gonna make you feel small and inadequate and you are not that. you are worthy and lovely and a home all on your own. so please be kind to yourself today. you deserve it.

Today is Dakota and I’s six month anniversary, and while he came to my house earlier to surprise me with wonderful gifts, he was asked to go into work for a few hours. Leaving work, he was waiting turn when a silver Cadillac rear ended him going 40. Dakota’s new car (grey Saturn Ion) was rammed into oncoming traffic, being slammed into 2 other cars. His head busted the windshield and he was cut up in numerous places. This is a constant reminder of how life is too short. My heart was filled with so much sorrow, yet so much happiness that my baby is alive. I have no clue what I would do without him here on earth with me. You mean the world to me, and I love you more than anything.❤️ I am so happy you are okay. I will be nursing my bub back to health, and no matter what happened today, you made it perfect for me. I am here for you, through thick and thin. Love - Alex ❤️