Henri Biva (French, 1848-1929) The Woodland Pool oil on canvas
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“𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓘’𝓶 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭. 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱; 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮.”
Don’t let me down, I told you things about me.
Don’t let me down, I let you put your arms around me.
Sabrina Claudio.
I come here to spill my poisoned blood and wrestles mind in the shape of melodies, letters, colors and rythms. Not for your fucking sympathy. :)
How can I teach myself to be kind to myself?
- deal with yourself like you’d be dealing with someone who needs help/rescuing.
"رغم كل هذه الخدوش الداخلية فيك، مازلت تضحك وتُضحِك، تُواسي وتسأل وتهتم، تصنع الكثير والكثير لأجلهم مراعيًا لمشاعر الجميع حولك، حذِرًا طيلة الوقت بأن لا ينتبه أحدهم لحقيقة ما يجري بداخلك، هل مازلت تظن بأنَّك مجرد إنسـان عادي؟"
People are not your punching-bag to hit them with you shitty mood constantly, nor your fucking dumpster to throw at them all your shit nor are they a carpet for you to walk and step on. Stop your bullshit or you’ll end up alone, UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN BE TOXIC TOO!
“The truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.”
It’s so depressing, having people you’ve just met ask more about you then your own ‘friends’...