Can Someone Please Be Proud Of Me Like Fuck I’m Trying

"A beautiful life is not stumbled upon, it is built. It is chosen. It is nurtured over the years. A beautiful life is made from the heart, not the head. It is not one we can rationalize our way into, it’s one that must be felt. A beautiful life is not one that is immediately comfortable, but one grown through the acknowledgement of what is worth being uncomfortable for. It is not one that is easy, it is one that is worth it. 

A beautiful life is composed of the things our 90-year-old selves would have wished we’d done with the years in which we were so young but didn’t realize, before the decades piled up and passed us by and we came to find how little time even the luckiest among us have. It is made of all the little whispered prayers they’d have for us as they looked back, the same way we imagine our younger selves now and wish we could impart and instill so much guidance, so often leaning in the direction of — go where your heart already calls you, move toward the truth you already know.


A beautiful life is made with someone who not only makes you fall in love with them, but makes you fall in love with the person you become because of them. The kind of human being they push and inspire you to be. The kind of person who loves you as you are while still holding space for your growth. The kind who would carry you down the steps if you could not walk anymore, who would hold your hand until the last minute of the last hour, with whom you could have nothing, but it would still feel like everything. 

Happiness is not how your life appears, it is the quality of your connection to it. How deeply and intimately those bonds run. How much you truly cared about what you were doing and the people around you and the memories you made and how bravely you put your heart into your days, rather than hiding yourself away and wondering if you could make things appear full on the surface, while it all sits empty just beneath."

Brianna Weist - THE PIVOT YEAR

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The Pivot Year

This is the year you change your life. There's a saying that when the moment comes, you don't need words on a page, you need new thoughts i

The poets I delight in are possessed by their poems as by the rhythms of their own breathing.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams; from ‘Context’

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Life finds a way, even in the cracks of concrete.

Human beings pass me on the street, and I want to reach out and strum them as if they were guitars. Sometimes all humanity strikes me as lovely. I just want to reach out and stroke someone, and say There, there, it's all right, honey. There, there, there.

Sandra Cisneros, Vintage Cisneros

being self aware is the worst thing ever. can’t even be pissed at my dad properly without having a disco elysium ass internal monologue about it

Ilya Kaminsky, "Letters", You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World

Clarice Lispector, from “A Breath of Life”, published posthumously in Brazil in the late 1970s