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something i'm grateful to have internalized is the fact that i'm okay with falling off the wagon. like it's okay to have to go back to affirmations every now and then. it's okay to need pep talks or to need to talk to a friend or just to have an emotional flux. it doesn't mean you're an unemotionally unstable mess who can't sustain a good mood for a considerable period of time--it just means you're human. this was big for me bc i used to think i'd achieve this ideal where i no longer needed to read positive affirmations or hype myself up or whatever. but that ideal doesn't exist. accessing a good state of mind is an active process, that you have to repeat over and over, and that's literally okay
this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak
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— Clarice Lispector, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector
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how is a little freak like me supposed to make it in this world
...and the could've beens and the should've beens haunt my home at night, like ghosts of memories that vanish as soon as I try to remember them, like the dreams I know I'll forget once I wake up.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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Natalie Díaz, from "From the Desire Field", Postcolonial Love Poem