quotes that help me survive:
āYou are not lost. You are here. Stop abandoning yourself. Stop repeating this myth about love and success that will land in your lap or evade you forever. Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that. There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns, slowly and painfully, how to relish the feeling of building a hut in middle of the suffocating dust.ā ā Heather Havrilesky, Ask Polly
āTo live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.ā ā Mary Oliver
From an interview with Kazu Makino:
Instructions On Not Giving Up, Ada Limon:
And this poster by Yumi Sakugawa
āYou have to believe, in your heart, that even if you donāt work hard and exercise and think positive thoughts and make new friends and march triumphantly into the future, you are still enough. You will always have bad days. Being broken doesnāt make you a loser. You can crumble, and you will still be enough. Make that your religion moving forward. You are here to feel this moment. You are not here to become someone better. You are not here to impress or compete. You are not here to prove yourself. You are here to savor this life. Let down your guard. You are already enough. Believe it.ā ā Heather Havrilesky
āThe first feminist gesture is to say: āOk. Theyāre looking at me. But Iām looking at them.ā The act of deciding to look, of deciding that the world is not defined by how people see me, but by how I see them.ā -AgnĆØs Varda
lyrics from the song Grow by The Oh Hellos:
āThe worldās otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this othernessāthe beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside booksācan re-dignify the worst-stung heart.ā ā Mary Oliver
āI hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you,and that you will work with these stories from your life--not someone else's life--water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. That is the work. The only work.ā ā Clarissa Pinkola Estes
gracieabrams
vaporwave
andulkaphoto
2087
dailybridgerton
discoholicmusic
germansingergirl
titsay
