“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”
— Kait Rokowski

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”
— Kait Rokowski
Here we go. We’re only meant to feel bliss for so long before we’re reminded of what a little bit of hurting can do for you.
Never obsess about chasing love. Chase goals. Chase dreams. Chase the behaviors that are going to make you better. You don’t chase love; you allow that to find you by accident, and when it finds you on accident, you’ll know that it was supposed to find you purposely.
Sylvester McNutt (via thoughtkick)
you did the best you can with what you knew at the time. carry that w u instead
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note to self
please forgive yourself for the things you did when you were at your worst. those moments don’t define you. please try to have compassion for your younger self. you’re not broken or toxic; you were afraid, exhausted, alone and needed a hug. I’m sorry if people led you to believe that you’re a horrible person from the things you did when you were at rock-bottom.
remember the good things that grow in your heart. beneath the protective walls you built and the sadness and mistrust from painful experiences, you are still your sweet, kind, caring, lovable self. you still try your best. you still want to be good. you still want to help. you still want to believe there’s more to this world. you have a good heart. you deserve genuine love. please don’t forget that.
Welp, COVID got me. And now I have viral pneumonia. Oh and COVID guilt. I am terrified for my friends and family, but my faith is strong.
So what more to do during this time than find inner peace?
I will be ringing in the New Year alone in my room. Which is actually more fortunate than many.
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November 2020 / To Utah, but it says Arizona.
“even our intimacies are rigged with terror”
— Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977 (via bergmans-ghost)
Chefchauoen, Morocco
“You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.”
— Anonymous (via suspend)
Daylight fading into night.
Unknown Source.