i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much
any poetry or words to make me feel like i haven't overall failed in life? i've had two really awful days, full with different hard crises and tears. now I feel like i can't go back to a point where life seems full and hopeful again. my heart is permanently broken.
you haven't failed at life, beloved. certainly not permanently. right now it feels like nothing can or will ever be ok again—that doesn't mean it's true. but it feels that way. so let yourself grieve. genuinely cry as much as you need to. and even if you can't let yourself hope yet, leave some room for the possibility. right now you're deep in the thick of this heartbreak but you don't have to see what's outside of it to get there. all you have to do is take it one step at a time. one day at a time, one minute, one second if you need to. but things will get better. your life will be full again, you'll have hope again. i believe that. your heart is a precious and limitlessly expansive thing <3
this may sarton passage has always stayed w me:
it goes hand in hand w this james baldwin quote:
and this lamperti excerpt on failure:
& this ursula k. le guin commencement address:
“And when you fail, and are defeated and in pain, and in the dark, then I hope you will remember that that darkness is your country, where you live, where no wars are fought and no wars are won, but where the future is. Our roots are in the dark; the earth is our country. Why did we look up for blessing – instead of around, and down? What hope we have lies there. Not in the sky full of orbiting spy-eyes and weaponry, but in the earth we have looked down upon. Not from above, but from below. Not in the light that blinds, but in the dark that nourishes, where human beings grow human souls.”
that must be paired w this maggie smith quote:
“We talk so much of light, please let me speak on behalf of the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”
& this louise glück poem:
just wanna leave all responsibilities behind and eat fresh fruits and pastries by the ocean and feel the sun on my skin right now
the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
you guys can make as many positivity posts as you want but until you start like, being normal about people with bodily acne i don’t want to hear anything you have to say
it’s not dirty or gross to have body acne. someone having acne on their back and shoulders doesn’t mean they don’t wash themselves. someone having acne on their asscheeks doesn’t mean they don’t wash themselves. do you understand me. there is no moral failing to having body acne. Be Normal.
A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.
A farmer walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.
The farmer responds. “can’t you see I’m hauling this load of hay? How selfish must you be, asking me to set aside my own burden to help you”.
The farmer leaves.
A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.
A noblewoman walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.
The noblewoman responds. “Help you? You seem to be managing well on your own. How lazy must you be, asking for me to help a burden you can very well carry”.
The noblewoman leaves.
A girl stands alone in a field. The weight of the world is placed on her shoulders.
A knight walks past. “please. help.” The girl says.
The knight responds. “Whoever would I help you? Every man is given a burden to carry. How weak must you be, asking your burden be relieved”.
The knight leaves.
A girl stands alone in a field. Tears flow down her face. Her back is breaking. Her arms are so weak. She hasn’t felt her legs in days. The weight of the world is still on her shoulders. She lets it go. She is crushed.
News of the girl’s death reaches the capital.
“What a shame” said the farmer. “if only I could have helped”.
“What a shame” said the noblewoman. “if only I could have helped”.
“What a shame” said the knight. “if only I could have helped”.
A great memorial is erected in the capital, honoring the girl who gave so much.
“So selfless” said the farmer.
“So driven” said the noblewoman.
“So strong” said the knight.
“If I had met the girl” says the farmer, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. It would be easy for me to stow it in my cart”.
“If I had met the girl” says the noblewoman, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. I carry so little, it’s the least I could do”.
“If I had met the girl” says the knight, “I would’ve taken the weight from her. I am strong and noble, I could surely carry such a burden more readily than she”.
The girl is still dead.
That last line…
(does one thing) hm i think i deserve a little reward :) (walks around in circles listening to music for three hours)
Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.
btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there
“You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.”
— William Chapman








