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Ah-Shi-Sle-Pah Wilderness, New Mexico
“Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.”
— William James (via psych-facts)
My collection for Black is Beautiful.
“Look at you, romanticizing terrible things to endure the pain as they’re devouring your flesh.”
— “Are we romanticizing the same monster?” by anastasiasyah
Surround yourself with people who see your value, and remind you of it.
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Date yourself first💯🩶
and thinking for ourselves pls
I think you carry the people you’ve loved with you forever, not in a ‘you can never get over them’ way but more like loving them changed you and it meant something and you have to make peace with that
robert montgomery, 2010
“the people you love become ghosts inside of you and like this you keep them alive”
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire