i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease
“As I read poetries and books that I wish I wrote, I consider them as messages that I needed to hear.”
— 04/05/21, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)
~ it's okay to feel sad! no one is happy all the time.
~ give yourself time to grow and make mistakes.
~ healing doesn't happen overnight, it takes work.
~ drink some water! you need to stay hydrated!
~ if you're tired, rest. don't force yourself to stay awake.
~ you aren't weak for needing help!
give yourself time to grow by adam b. (prints available in my shop)
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“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
— Henry David Thoreau
go through your belongings and get rid of what you don’t need. donate books you know you won’t read again, and donate old clothes you never wear anymore.
in the book “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up,” the author Marie Kondo says to only keep the things that spark joy. otherwise, donate it or throw it away.
find all of your old papers. do you really need all of your math worksheets from seventh grade? probably not. if you tend to hang onto lots of old papers, look through all of them and recycle the ones you don’t want.
go through your laptop and phone. delete those history readings and old handouts you don’t need anymore, and get rid of apps you don’t use. these things tend to pile up and eat up all of your storage. re-organize all of your files into clearly labeled folders.
get rid of toxic relationships. don’t keep people in your life who are making you unhappy. find ways to distance yourself from them and you will likely feel a lot better.
clear your mind. write your thoughts in a journal, go for a walk or a run, or take a warm bath. find ways to calm your thoughts and decompress.
Why isn’t Winter the same anymore.
Why can’t I run around in the snow and build stuff.
Why can’t I feel the same excitement again like when I was a child as the first snow came.
Why is adulthood so heavy and why do we have to schedule joy so it fits our calendars and can’t just live it.
Why