holy frickin' frick!

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holy frickin' frick!
Felt like doing an appreciation post for you all, to let you know how beautiful and loved you are, but i’m gonna try to do something different here. Some of us often make appreciation posts for others, but let’s do one for ourselves. Shall we?
Hear me out, okay?
First of all, breathe in and breathe out.
Please do.
Now, close your eyes, and keep breathing, counting one minute straight.
When you do it, keep reading please.
Now, look at your hands.
What do you see?
Those are not just hands. They are YOUR hands. They hold your favourite things. They feel the touch, a cold one, and a warm one. They write your favourite poems. They rub your eyes. They touch people you love. They instinctively react when something happens ; when you’re scared, when you’re worried, when you’re suprised...also, they wipe your own tears, touch your own scars. They are you. And they have gone through so much, that’s why they’re so beautiful. Hands dont lie. Hands are the only part of your body that cannot hide your age. They are part of you, so be careful with them, treat them right.
Your legs. Your two soldiers. Who’ve carried you since the first day you learned how to walk. And were there when you were crawling. The ones that made you get up everytime you fell. The ones that still haven’t given up on you. The one’s that never will. Your knees, the ones you fell on so many times, and your feet, the ones that helped you get up again. Don’t overthink their value, don’t overthink their shape, and beauty. They are yours. They’ve been following you your whole life, walked to your favourite places, and helped you getting out of bad ones. You gotta love them. You gotta respect who you are and what YOU do for YOURSELF everyday. It is a big deal.
Now, look in the mirror.
Stare right into your own eyes.
Beautiful, right? Oh, how many tears have they shed? How many times have they closen for your own sake? How many bad things they’ve seen? But oh, how many beautiful people they’ve seen, how many unforgettable pictures they’ve taken, how many unexplainable situation have they witnessed? How many flowers, puppies, babies, cats have they seen? How many colours have they recognized? Oh, on how many things they’ve reminded you, how many memories? They had such a pleasure, to see such a beauty out here in this world, especially the one when they look in the mirror.
Look at your lips forming a smile. And your teeth completing the action. Look at your smile. That brave, strong, independent, beautiful, ethereal, endearing, sweet, adorable, precious smile. It’s all you. How many emotions did it express? How many situations did it make it better? How many times have you faked it though? Pretending like you’re really happy, when you’re simply, really, really not. But how many times was it a honest smile? The one filles with happiness and spontaneous laughter? That beautiful sound of yours.
Look at your belly, the perfect-sized one. And I mean, really, no matter the size or shape, it’s perfect! Think about it on the bright side, about the all yummy, tasty food you’ve eaten. Cakes you’ve tried. Drinks you’ve drank. What about all your little experiments? The crazy combinations? I wouldn’t call it a consequence of “eating too much”. Nah, you’re good. You go ahead, and it whatever you want, as much as you want. It’s YOUR body, YOUR choice. And not just talking about belly, but your whole stomach. What is it, that hides in there, huh? Everything you are, and everything that makes you. Your heart beats inside of it. YOU beat inside of it.
And yeah, this was short, but my point was. Look at you. Look at US. We are all somebody. We’re not somebody’s somebody. We are we, and we are somebody.
(You get what i mean?)
It’s our heart that beats inside of our body. - it’s us that beats inside of us.
It’s us that look around and see beautiful people.
It’s us that carry, hold and touch things.
It’s us that run, jump and walk.
It’s us that make someone else’s day better.
It’s all us.
Respect your body, and respect yourself. Your body is you. You are your body.
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(This was based on outside looks cause people are often insecure about it. Just wanted to make them feel better. Ofcourse that inside is what matters, but we still gotta respect whats outside, cause growing our insides’ while letting our outsides dying, is secretly letting our insides dying.) hope this helped at least a bit! Love u! :)
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Okay, so i’ll say it now, and repeat it few more times after this ; i frickin love flowers!!!
Youre so beautiful wtf
“You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you. People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat. Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for the dance, the miser for money, or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts. Is helping others less valuable to you? Not worth your effort?”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (5.1).
Sunflower ; is the Greek symbol of Clytie (a water nymph) who turns into a sunflower after grieving over the loss of her love (Apollo). ... In Chinese symbolism, the sunflower (and sunflower meaning) deals with long life, good luck and is considered very auspicious. It's yellow color signifies vitality and intelligence.
The symbolic sunflower meaning deals with beauty, delight, hope and joy. It also signifies pure thoughts, adoration and dedication. It is symbolic of dedicated love.
The sunflower moves itself in the most direct position in front of the sun so it can get the maximum sun rays. This is symbolic of spiritual faith, and worship because we follow our belief system as the sunflower moves to face the life-giving rays of the sun.
“I don’t think there’s anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower. For me that’s because of the reason behind its name. Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it. And that’s such an admirable thing. And such a lesson in life.”
~Helen Mirren
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The mythological symbolism here is that Clytie (in the form of a sunflower) is always facing the sun, looking for Apollo’s chariot to return and she might be joined again with her love. The sunflower is also a symbol of Daphne (another Greek nymph).
In Chinese symbolism, the sunflower (and sunflower meaning) deals with long life, good luck and is considered very auspicious. It’s yellow color signifies vitality and intelligence. It’s a symbol of happiness too. Also in China, the sunflower was considered a symbol of long life, and was eaten by royalty to insure immortality.
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, to me (a person who appreciates the beauty of a flower) the sunflower truly is, indeed, one of the most beautiful, endearing, ethereal flowers to exist. It’s beauty wakes up something in you, amazes you, inspires you. Reading about flowers, their meanings, myths and stories about them was always interesting to me. Just wanted to talk about sunflowers for a bit :). (if you wanna know more about the myth of Clytie and Apollo, you can ask me, i know that story by heart) :)
“But you will forget me; I shall pass away like a shadow.”
— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via the-book-diaries)
“Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer.”
— Clarice Lispector, Selected Crônicas (via quotespile)
My life is falling apart, and I’m still here, trying to fix the least broken piece.
“Scared. That’s good. A fine soldier is always scared makes you normal. It’s how you respond to it that makes or breaks you.”
— James Dashner, The Maze Runner (via the-book-diaries)