Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.
Don’t make your older self into a husband you resent. Idk
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Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.
Don’t make your older self into a husband you resent. Idk
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"لا شيء أقسى على الروح من رائحة الأحلام و هي تتبخر"
"Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating."
- Mahmoud Darwish
I find the need to connect with people in decided to cut off when I was 15 ,my extended family ,I lived in a nuclear family till 12 and then suddenly moving and living in a joint family was too much and it was difficult for me so naturally I hated all of them but in the past couple of months or so during festivals I long for that connection and I plan on getting it back though they might find it different or wierd maybe a good weird or a bad one whatever I can try
my therapist told me that I have a weak mind I will mourn me feeling things too deeply the only thing I'm really sad about it is how I maybe won't feel like the protagonist in a movie or a book after I finish it
Tired, Langston Hughes
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
These lines (first from the films, thereafter from the books) taught me something profoundly essential about how to be there for a friend, a lover, or a loved one when they are consumed by despair, weighed down by grief, or overwhelmed by the weight of mental torment. It taught me that some burdens are sacredly personal; untransferable tasks that each of us must face in our own time and way.
Yet, while we cannot take their pain or carry their burden for them (no matter how much we wish we could), there is something else we can do. While we cannot lift their burden, we can lift them. We can carry their weary body, their weary heart, as they bear the weight of their pain. In doing so, we offer them a sanctuary — a place of care and safety, where they can begin to confront their hurt without the fear of being alone in its gaze.
While the pain may be theirs to bear, the journey through it need not be traveled in solitude.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien, I love you.
“Aushi Alzony, 13, ponders her next move on the opening day of the Asian Youth Chess Championship.”
Photographed by Karim Sahib, 2007.
no see the thing is I think he has a point
i am a lover. but underneath that i'm a hater. and then underneath that i'm a lover again