One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?
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Some books hit home.
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One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?
Alain de Botton (via thepersonalwords)
Some books hit home.
Five Days, Douglas Kennedy
Fact: This song was written mostly by one of 10cc's band members, Eric Stewart. His inspiration being his wife who said he did not tell her enough that he loved her. I just loved how he used irony in conveying his true feelings. I think geniuses not only invent useful stuff. They write songs too! #musicfrom70s #onrepeat
Fanson Forever
So today I felt the unwelcome consequence of my decision not to go to the Hanson MOE Tour Concert last night. While I was at work this morning, I could hear Mmmbop blaring from all TV sets and I was like 'Go on, rub it in, I'm not listening', but deep in my heart I was back in my hometown, back in 1998, wearing my red and white pleated uniform, crying my eyes out because my classmate just ripped off Zac Hanson's eyes from the poster I just bought from the newsstand. What do you do, as a 30-year old adult, when your 12-year old heart bleeds? #adultingishard π’ πππ
There are days when anxiety makes you feel so kerosene drenched and flammable, that anything can be a trigger to a colossal fire within you. And you are still expected to go out into the world and continue as normal. As though everything around you is not a match. As though every other word will not set your mind aflame and leave you screaming because you are burning from inside, unable to breathe because of the cinders that are piling up in your lungs. And as you are burning, there are people around you, who instead of helping you fight the flames, are watching you burn, saying βDonβt you think you are overreacting?β
Nikita Gill, How Does A Bad Day With Anxiety Feel? (via meanwhilepoetry)
And sometimes itβs just so hard to fight the tightness in my chest when everything is dark. And it breaks my heart to realize that I am not (always) strong enough to fight for myself which shouldnβt really be a surprise. So Iβm sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped up in my sheets and the emptiness is overwhelming, just like the way my heart beats. And it is so goddamn hard not to forget that there is something that makes it worth the fight and that I cannot just go back to bed, because the only thing I really donβt want to lose is the awareness that Iβm the one who gets to chose where my life will take me and whatβs my destiny and that my passions are a way of therapy.
// fighting j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)
And so I fight.
Captain Swan! πππ
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π±π±π± i cannot wait for this! πππ
only the ocean understands what it is like to shed so many tears and still feel so heavy, to have the taste of salt still lingering on your mouth long after the tide has gone out
empty beaches || O.L. (via sleevesofgrass)
You have stolen my heart. π¨βπ©βπ§β€
We often forget that there is an after. Afterwards. Aftershocks. Aftertastes. There is something sour in the way things linger. Like an afterthought. An absence filled with a sense of fullness. I exist in places you try to forget.
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Wow. I like the comparison. ππ»
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
Pain changes people. This is no secret. But your pain speaks with wisdom. When you are a child, the same pain teaches you to not touch fire by burning your fingers. When you grow older the fire turns into people. Your pain will teach you how to be careful, but it will also teach you how to be compassionate to others, be kind to those who are hurting and how to be strong in the face of adversity. Allow your pain the power to change you in a positive, beautiful way.
Nikita Gill, Let Your Pain Teach You (via meanwhilepoetry)
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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
Mik Everett (via thelovejournals)