Snowflake in Spring

aki.K - ramblings and reminiscence

[larmoyante]

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

Alan Cohen (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

Your darkness is a symphony Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise If they refuse to applaud you It isn't because your music isn't beautiful It is because they have no idea how to love what they don't understand And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world

Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)

[officialiwrotethisforyou]

[larmoyante]

While it is better to be loved than hated, it is also far better to be hated than ignored.

Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

(via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

In the end, people don’t view their life as merely the average of all its moments—which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens. Measurements of people’s minute-by-minute levels of pleasure and pain miss this fundamental aspect of human existence. A seemingly happy life maybe empty. A seemingly difficult life may be devoted to a great cause. We have purposes larger than ourselves.

Atul Gawande, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

(via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

Being mortal is about the struggle to cope with the constraints of our biology, with the limits set by genes and cells and flesh and bone. Medical science has given us remarkable power to push against these limits, and the potential value of this power was a central reason I became a doctor. But again and again, I have seen the damage we in medicine do when we fail to acknowledge that such power is finite and always will be. We’ve been wrong about what our job is in medicine. We think our job is to ensure health and survival. But really it is larger than that. It is to enable well-being. And well-being is about the reasons one wishes to be alive. Those reasons matter not just at the end of life, or when debility comes, but all along the way. Whenever serious sickness or injury strikes and your body or mind breaks down, the vital questions are the same: What is your understanding of the situation and its potential outcomes? What are your fears and what are your hopes? What are the trade-offs you are willing to make and not willing to make? And what is the course of action that best serves this understanding?

Atul Gawande,

Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

(via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

Jeannette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

(via larmoyante)

[quotethat]

And things are not always okay but even from rock bottom I can still see the sky I can still see the stars.

MK (x)

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Interior Life

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Types of Motivation

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Chasing Happiness

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[larmoyante]

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.

Gloria Naylor (via larmoyante)

[larmoyante]

Though I knew I shouldn’t have cared, the words still hurt like pinches, and pinches can be very painful when done in the same place many times in a row.

Nnedi Okorafor, Zahrah the Windseeker

(via larmoyante)

[officialiwrotethisforyou]

I Wrote This For You, Page 68

[quotethat]

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

(via quotethat)

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Red Fox, White World. Photo by Roselein Raimond

[anubisssxo]

I wanted to say, “I am sorry if we haven’t spoken in a while,” but we had not spoken in a while, and you cannot say such a thing to someone you haven’t spoken to in a while.

Iain S. Thomas (via anubisssxo)