[remanence-of-love]

[bled]

[girlfriend-ly-deactivated202509]

[plain-flavoured-english]

Your purpose in life is not to love yourself but to love being yourself.

If you goal is to love yourself, then your focus is directed inward toward yourself, and you end up constantly watching yourself from the outside, disconnected, trying to summon the “correct” feelings towards yourself or fashion yourself into something you can approve of.

If your goal is to love being yourself, then your focus is directed outward towards life, on living and making decisions based on what brings you pleasure and fulfillment.

Be the subject, not the object. It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself. You are experiencing life. Life is not experiencing you.

[diamondgrlteam]

Oooo I love this ✨👏🏾

[the-bookshop]

[blazeberg]

[chelsieautumn]

[ambiguities]

[rains-of-words]

“It is said that we have to leave a little room for doubt in everything we believe in. In that case, I have so much room for doubt and so little to believe about myself.”

— 01/18/21, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

[hatin]

via weheartit

[rains-of-words]

“Focus on what you can do rather what you can’t. Small steps turn into miles.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[rains-of-words]

“But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?”

— Franz Kafka (via perfectquote)

[rains-of-words]

“When you’re trying to motivate yourself, appreciate the fact that you’re even thinking about making a change. And as you move forward, allow yourself to be good enough.”

— Alice Domar (via surqrised)

[amargedom]

“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.”

—

[tenderwildfires]

and when I write about her eyes, I cannot stop. the stretches of black ink I have bathed helpless paper in, as I wrote again and again about her beautifully almond, deep brown eyes. those soulful orbs were my muse alone. rich and enthralling. gentle and kind. and they bring me to tears every time I remember them. they captured my heart and breathed purpose into my soul. and I never told her, but I like to tell myself she knew. I hope she knew.

god I miss her eyes.

- monica mauriello

[mythoughtsforher]

When she’s asleep, I see her youth. I never understood when people said that sleeping makes people look peaceful, they’re just sleeping. With her, I get it. She falls into a neutrality and youth that allows me to picture her and only her. Her story, her fears, her beauty, her nativity, it’s all on display in her peaceful vulnerability of rest.

[naturaekos]