"above all, be the heroine of your life"

[pineapplewisdom]

You are daring to imagine that you could have a different life. Oh, I know it doesn’t feel like that. You feel like a big fat failure now. But you’re not. You are marching into the unknown…

You’ve Got Mail (1998), Dir. Nora Ephron (via pineapplewisdom)

ugh, this 

[earnestlyxmine]

Lost.

I thought that one day, if I had a job with purpose, and someone to love me, I’d feel whole. But instead, at this moment in time, I feel completely, hopelessly lost.

I miss the girl with a creative spark, and time to invest in self-development. I miss spending weeknight evenings with friends and looking forward to the most mundane office catch ups. I miss wandering on my lunch break with my playlists for company. I miss writing, and wondering, and having time to myself. Time to watch bad tv with my parents. Time to notice the comforting crunch of autumn.

I miss feeling hopeful about the future and the possibility of love. I miss the girl who daydreamed and wouldn’t settle for half-hearted conversations. The girl who defiantly stood up for what she believed in, without a shake in her voice. I miss the restless intensity of becoming and searching. 

I feel like I have been thrust into the midst of everything I was striving for, yet it doesn’t look anywhere near as shiny or promising as I imagined. It feels like trying on clothes that are too small, not quite right, just not how they looked on the picture.

I don’t know where to go from here. I just hope that these feelings are fleeting. I hope that it all makes sense.

[daddyofghetto]

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[leahberman]

wildflower ridge; los angeles, california

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[earnestlyxmine]

A reminder

Don’t fall for potential, and remember what you deserve.

[steppenwoolf]

“How tiny my dreams were. How small. How specific.”

— Eva Hagberg Fisher, How to Be Loved: A Memoir of Lifesaving Friendship. (HMH Books. February 4, 2019)

[thirst]

x

[waterwithlemon-please]

Alyssa Miller

[cyberspace666]

[7tny]

[ps1]

[geoviced]

Chatsworth House, Derbyshire, England

[earnestlyxmine]

[quoted-books]

And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

Nora Ephron, Heartburn (via quoted-books)

[deadpoetsmusings]

What’s past is prologue

[earnestlyxmine]