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when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

friedegg

wild-world

mothcub

alwaysmeek

You deserve a relationship that allows you to sleep peacefully at night.

sunflowerbutch

god released me into the wild and now he’s hunting me for sport

sulfur

fleurdulys

books-n-quotes

“How do you ever know for certain that you are doing the right thing?”

— Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See (via books-n-quotes)

clawmarks

pigmenting

“Some people don’t realize that lots of poetry isn’t hard to read. A common misunderstanding is that poems have a ‘meaning’ to unlock, that a poem is something a reader needs ‘to get to the bottom of.’ This may be partly because that’s how they’ve been been taught at school—that poems have a lesson to teach, or that there’s only one correct answer to the ‘riddle.’ But more often, a poem offers layers of meaning and enjoyment that go beyond mere understanding. A poem can move us, stir us into being, or change the way we perceive something, even before we understand.”

— Angela Narciso Torres, for “Dear Poetry Editor” at the Chicago Review of Books

sehnsuchttraum

Things I want to tell people, that I wish people had told me:

You don’t have to achieve great things by the time you’re 25

You have intrinsic value above and beyond your perceived utility to other people and society at large.

You don’t have to have sex, or have sex in any way that you find uncomfortable or unpleasant, to keep anyone’s love or good opinion of you. They didn’t love you or think very well of you to start with if they demand it.

You don’t have to stay with someone who isn’t meeting your emotional or sexual needs because they need you, or you’ve been with them for awhile, or you need to be in a relationship. You need you. Your time is your own and it is finite.

It’s ok to work at a job you enjoy that doesn’t make you miserable even if it’s not a career and it won’t “lead to anything.”

Your life is not a narrative. It is not leading to anything, there is no overarching thesis, it does not have themes beyond the usual shared cultural experiences of your time and place. This is ok. It does not mean that your life is without purpose or meaning.

It’s ok not to like or get along with the vast majority of people you encounter, so long as you afford them the same respect, courtesy and dignity that they afford you.

Expensive is not always better.

Failure is temporary if you’re still alive.

People are both much better and much worse than you’d suspect, but usually not all at once.

Stop thinking of your future self as a different person and it will be easier to prevent money and health problems.

Let people help you, lean on them when you need to, and be available to help, but don’t swing too far in either direction. Try to carry your half of the life basket as evenly as you can.

Set boundaries, and do not be afraid to kick people out of your life who disregard them. You will not end up alone and unloved. People who love you will be ok with your boundaries.

Your power does not come from money or beauty, but from seeing life steadily and wholly, from a curious and thoughtful mind, and from your ability to say no when you want to, and yes when you want to, and I don’t know when you don’t know.

There will be bad times, maybe lots of bad times, but not only bad times.

Love will not heal the wounds in your soul, but love can give you the impetus to begin the work of healing yourself.

Life might be a long series of starting over, and that’s alright.

You’re really cool, you’re really beautiful, you’re really special. Really. Not to everyone, but to a lot of someones sometimes.