“I Gave You Things I Wasn’t Sure I Even Had.”

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“The farther you swim out from shore

The more likely you are to lose yourself.”

These words haunt me still, and on the eve of my engagement -

I think of these words again after a conversation with my mother where she told me “my heart could not be trusted because I have a track record” and she recounted each past relationship I had and was told to remember why they failed.

How does one live like that? How does one live not trusting one’s heart? Is that not all we have?

To be human

To love

To lose

To love again.

It is to be human. I do not want to live afraid, I do not want to love holding back. I will not be blind, but I will listen to heart and I will be human.

Why limit yourself between choosing a pretty feminine aesthetic or a dark one? If Persephone can be the Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld at the same time so can you.

As part of her social media detox this girl on YouTube made herself do one hour of understimulating tasks every day and she just counted rice for 60 minutes straight because its no different from doomscrolling in terms of wasted time

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

(via amargedom)

may the rest of this year be softer

Don't become so afraid of being annoying that you don't allow yourself to be anything at all.

I was raised by Badlands.

“Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask yourself if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.”

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“I will love you with the dust of who I was, with the skin I am now, and with the bones that will one day decorate my tomb.”

— Christopher Poindexter