“Act the way you’d like to be and soon you’ll be the way you act.”
Works of art are ascetic and shameless; the culture industry is pornographic and prudish. It reduces love to romance… The mass production of sexuality automatically brings about its repression.”
My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe. I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms. I will heal.
worrying about tomorrow only takes away from the little precious moments today has in store for you.
relax your shoulders, steady your breathing, and unclench your jaw.
you will be okay.
— k.e.the only person you should be competing with is your past self.
imagine if you loved yourself in the same way you loved another person; not caring about the flaws in the body or inside the mind, seeing the virtues even bigger, supporting, taking care. that would be a new level of self-esteem and another way to be indestructible
5 year plan: wear nothing but black lingerie under unbuttoned shirts with a shitton of delicate gold necklaces and spend my time reading old fiztgerald novels in bed eating cherries
being naked is not sexy. wearing a white 18th century shirt with poofy sleeves tucked into a pair of black high waisted trousers is sexy. there are no exceptions
you ever meet someone and get that “I could love you” feeling?? like you don’t know them well enough yet to actually love them but they are incredibly your type and you vibe with them so hard and you know you could??
I used to think it was important to have common interests with the person that you are in a relationship with but now I think it is more important to be similar in other aspects. like how kind you are. how you treat the people you care about, how you treat strangers. how you deal with anger. how you deal with pain. and not necessarily dealing with all these things the same way but being perceptive enough to understand what action each situation calls for. it’s important for both people to be on the same page about what that action should be. it’s important to me to have that kind of synchrony.
greek mythology: sex and wine
nordic mythology: be back in a year with my horse child
egyptian mythology: sex and kill
slavic mythology: kill
I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.
“Not everyone deserves to know the real you. Let them criticize who they think you are.”
“All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography.” — Federico Fellini
things to start doing:
- drink more water
- carry a camera everywhere i go
- read more books than i already do
- go for walks
- do yoga more often
- go to bed earlier
- enjoy the little things
- go outside more
- stop comparing myself to others
- stick to my goals n stop putting things off
- write down my feelings
- smile more, especially at random people
I want to be politically informed and educated but I also wanna have a good day and be in a good mood. Do you see my problem?
do u ever think about someone and ur like: i wanna take care of them so hard??? i want to be their #1 supporter especially during times when they think no one believes in them. i want to comfort them when their thoughts are too loud and i’ll stay up with them all night until they drift off into a peaceful sleep in my arms. like u just wanna b there for them???? and love them endlessly????? and give them affection and so much love that they have never received????
buttoning or unbuttoning the cuffs of someone else’s shirt for them is such an intimate and sacred experience
My hopeless romantic says yes but my independent woman says no
I hope one day we meet again. In twenty years, in that gorgeous hotel we’d always wanted to stay at. You’d be checking in for business, and I’d be with my family. You’d look me over, once, twice, and see a smile you’d never seen before in your life. A smile that I never had with you. You’ll see my little boy tugging at my coattails, waiting for attention. I’d catch your eye, and you’d know. You’d know for sure that it’s me. I hope, that instead of raging jealousy, you’re happy. I hope you’ll be happy that I’m okay. Because I never felt that way with you.
Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength.
Comparing your life to someone else’s life kills all of your gratitude, happiness, peace, confidence, originality and worst, it blinds you from seeing your unique potential value.
It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love
when you wish they were with you doing mundane tasks. when you wish you could come home to them at the end of a long day. when you wish you could take care of them, or they could take care of you when they’re/you’re not well. when you can see yourself with them decades later living a life with them you never thought possible. when you’re both willing to make sacrifices for each other that you wouldn’t for anyone else. when you feel like they understand you better than anyone else. when you feel safe and at home wherever they are. when your bond remains just as strong even after not talking to or seeing each other for months, and when those months that pass by aren’t so bad after all. when you’re willing to wait until they’re ready to begin a life with you, no matter how long it takes
I’m so happy and in love. I never get to share that with anyone— no one ever asks and I wouldn’t feel the need to elaborate even if they did—because, after all, no one cares about my own happiness more than I do. It just gets lonely sometimes, having to bottle up how much joy my relationship provides me and only being able to share my love with the one whom I love. I just can’t help but wish sometimes that I were surrounded by people who were invested in me as a person and truly cared about all aspects of my life—people who would attempt to get to know me deeper than just the surface level.
“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”
it was about making tough desicions for myself—to better myself—and I am proud of each one that I made. I’m living, I’m learning, and honestly, I’m thriving.
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you
You must understand the following: In order to master a field, you must love the subject and feel a profound connection to it. Your interest must transcend the field itself and border on the religious. For Einstein, it was not physics but a fascination with invisible forces that governed the universe; for Bergman, it was not film but the sensation of creating and animating life; for Coltrane, it was not music but giving voice to powerful emotions”
There’s a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities
We never fought like that, but I’m not sure if that meant we were doing well or worse. I never got jealous and you never got angry, and I’ve heard repeatedly that a little bit of arguing was healthy. In my mind, you were the one and when we looked at rings I thought you saw me as that person for you, too. You and I were the best of friends; we watched games together, woke up hungover after long nights to laugh at our own stupidity, washed away our misery with some brunch and spent our nights staying up until we regretted it the next day at work. We made love everywhere, we kissed longer than needed and held hands whenever we got the chance to. I miss that. I miss the way you’d say good night before I fell asleep. I miss the way you’d dance in your underwear, without a care in the world. I miss the way we’d see the world together. I miss you. I miss us. I miss you some more. I miss when you used to love me too.
honestly? Im sincere and so full of love and no one can ever take that away from me
if I can’t be weird with you then wtf
I don’t know what’s going on but it’s a lot
[enters my own room] damn bitch you live like this
I broke my rules for you, isn’t that enough?
where do I see myself in five years? hopefully replying to multi-paragraph work emails with: cool! thanks.-Sent From My iPhone
ingridients for perfect relationships
1. Shared sense of humour; lots of laughter and fun
2. Little gestures of thoughtfulness
3. Personal space (there needs to be separateness in your togetherness)
4. Having the ability to spend hours together (simply doing routine or humdrum things)
5. Having “fairness and respect” rules in place for when you argue or fight
6. Having an attraction that goes beyond the physical; liking each other, and their personality
7. Believing that your partner has what it takes to live the life that they want to live – believing in them always, and especially when they’re down
8. Having a relationship that’s built on trust, openness, honesty and faithfulness.
One important thing to remember in life: Do not coddle men. Do not do their work for them. Do not perform uncredited labor for them, including intellectual labor. Do not bend over backwards to help them. Do not tell them they are good at things they are bad at. Do not smile at them when you don’t want to. Do not laugh at their terrible jokes or stroke their egos or let them think they are better than you when odds are good that they are almost definitely not. Do not even deal with men whose presence bothers you when you can get away from them/when you aren’t regularly forced to be near them for things like work. Do not include men in your life who don’t deserve to be in it any time that you can avoid it at all.
Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
Emma Watson
Travel for the experience, for the chance to see beyond the world as you know it. Travel for the chance to lose yourself, to find yourself, to learn lessons found only at the end of busy days and long flights. Most of all, travel to create a story worth telling.
I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.
I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least.
The ocean is everything that I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free
The few minutes of a Spring night
Are worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Neck kisses, coffee dates, and midnight car rides.
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Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.
Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today
If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all
I loved you long before I had the guts to let you know.
Soulmates aren’t just lovers
You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me
You are an example of better things to come.
Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.
Which do you want: the pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth?
You’re the kind of person I wanna drink morning coffee with.
Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.
I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her
These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.
She may have looked normal on the outside, but once you’d seen her handwriting you knew she was deliciously complicated inside.
I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?
… we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?
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