“I sit at home, not sad, not happy, not myself, or anyone else.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from I Sit at Home; Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. by Mohammad Shaheen)
(Because sometimes the biggest threat to them… is them.)
➵ Pushing people away before they can leave.
➵ Saying “I’m fine” when they’re not, and getting mad when no one sees through it.
➵ Pretending not to care so they don’t get hurt.
➵ Quitting things they love when they start to go well.
➵ Staying in bad situations because at least it’s familiar.
➵ Ghosting when things get too emotionally intimate.
➵ Joking about real pain so people don’t take it seriously.
➵ Falling for people who are emotionally unavailable.
➵ Making plans they know they’ll cancel.
➵ Overcommitting to avoid dealing with themselves.
➵ Getting angry instead of being honest about fear.
➵ Comparing themselves constantly, to everyone.
➵ Never celebrating wins, only fixating on flaws.
➵ Sabotaging good relationships because they don’t think they deserve them.
➵ Chasing chaos because peace feels boring (or unsafe).
➵ Apologizing too often or never at all.
➵ Giving up halfway just to say “See? I told you I’d fail.”
➵ Playing the therapist friend but never talking about their own pain.
➵ Procrastinating until it's impossible to succeed.
➵ Acting like they don’t care about something they actually desperately want.
Windy Peak Vintage
1 Peter 2:23-25 NKJV 23 who, when He was reviled, did not revile in return; when He suffered, He did not threaten, but committed Himself to Him who judges righteously; 24 who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed. 25 For you were like sheep going astray, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.
You’re not a freak. Yeah, I am.
𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢
“I had tea. I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Passionate Apprentice,”
Krishna as Govardhana
✨️Two stars collide ✨️
Happy birthday to my love, the man, the sun, James.
I lov3 him so much
He has a big part of me
Lauren Bacall, 1940s
I may be a tiny speck of light In the cosmos.But I was not without purpose.
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