joy happens

elly, hopeful but afraid to be

[octopussoir-]

[wnq-typography]

[sheabutterbitch]

reciprocity is the theme for this year if I’m not receiving the same energy I put into my relationships, it’s a dub

[elcyon-blog]

YESS

[mens-rights-activia]

I wrote a song about my college experience 🌶🌶🌶👌👌👌🔥🔥🔥

[wnq-writers]

i. I’m trying to let you go, but every day it feels like an old record on repeat; a beautiful start with the same ending 
ii. I’m trying to do things I wouldn’t usually do, like write songs instead of poems and paint instead of drawing but every curve of my pencil still ends up spelling your name 
iii. I’m trying to sleep earlier and read more often but no matter how hard I try I still lie awake at 4 am missing you and wishing you were missing me too
iv. I’m trying to open my eyes to new perspectives, see the world differently and find peace in everything but no matter what I do I can’t help but see the colour of your eyes and the shape of your smile in every fucking piece of nature 
v. I’m trying to open up more, come to terms with what happened and realise it’s permanent but I can’t help but get a jolt in my stomach every time my phone vibrates hoping it’ll be you, coming back 
vi. And I’m trying. God I am fucking trying. But this pain seems endless and the thought of you is starting to make me feel sick. I miss you more each day and I don’t know how much more of can take of this but god 
vii. I’m trying

dissociatingx, try a little harder (via wordsnquotes)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Have patience with all things but first with yourself. Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being. You are perfectly valuable, creative, worthwhile person simply because you exist.

Saint Frances de Sales 

This is my lesson to learn. That I have innate value. That I matter because I matter. That other people are valuable solely for who they are and not for how they make me feel or what they do for. J is worthy of my kindness and my mother my respect and my friends my attention because they are. 

[damnjudy-deactivated20170226]

[bluelahe]

From my instagram ❤

[thelovejournals]

My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.

Alexandria Drzewiecki 

[bitchycode]

ily bitch

[thelovejournals]

You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.

Junot Díaz (via thelovejournals)

[criwes]

[fyp-psychology]

I’ve always treasured empathy as the particular privilege of the invisible, the observers who are shy precisely because they sense so much—because it is overwhelming to say even a single word when you’re sensitive to every last flicker of nuance in the room.

Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays (via fyp-psychology)

[wordsnquotes]

Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love.

[icare4uisgone-deactivated201707]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BPVa6O4AFBy/

[ithelpstodream]

Never understood this.

[purplebuddhaproject]