I stopped reaching out when I realized conversations were only alive if I kept them breathing.
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I stopped reaching out when I realized conversations were only alive if I kept them breathing.
My sacred space. My solitude~The Ć©tude of my soul, as I call it.š¹šŖ¶
āI have a skull thick enough to take on the world but my toughest enemies are not external, theyāre inside my skull and they like to fucking dance right before my sleep.ā
ā Daniel Saint
ā Georgia O'Keeffe
Dtop letting people consume you. they didnāt call? go to sleep. they didnāt message you? put your phone down and have a better day. they left you on read? delete the conversation. they didnāt make an effort? match their energy. never let your happiness depend on anyone.
Sophia Lornie, On Anger in Flatline
āI found I was more confident when I stopped trying to be someone elseās definition of beautiful and started being my own.ā
ā Remington Miller
āEveryone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house; as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.ā
ā Heath Ledger
anger is such a funny emotion because ill be sitting down eating lunch and suddenly i understand why orcas kill for fun
Being overstimulated is such a weird thing to explain to people. Like "hey sorry, I'm not mad at you and this is nobody's fault and I'm not blaming anyone for it happening, I am aware this is a part of regular everyday life but I am mentally crumbling because There Have Been Things Happening nonstop for 5 hours straight back to back with no breaks, and I really need to sit down in complete silence for like 15-25 minutes, after which I will be completely fine and can proceed as normal. But if I'm not allowed to have that, I will resort to violence."
that was my part of the deal, honest
{Words by AnaĆÆs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }
{So We Must Meet Apart by gabrielle bates and jennifer s. cheng}
Iām always looking for something more. I spend hours searching my life and mind for āsomething moreā but what if there isnāt more? what if I donāt have more to me and this is it, Iām just stuck as this forever. there isnāt more out there for me. itās just a void filled with things that wonāt matter when Iām gone.
my brain is so fucked up that all I've ever dreamed of is someone loving me