𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: June 19. Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself. END ID]
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𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: June 19. Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself. END ID]
today is great day to create something, to fill the void with a piece of yourself that wasnt there before and to push back against the darkness. you can create a song or painting or sandwich or a walk in the park or even a MOMENT. use this mighty power to defy the cosmic nothing
It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world. -Shirley Jackson, we have always lived in the castle
“I know flies in milk. Specks against white. I know I know it.
I know a man by his clothes. Even I know that much.
I know fair weather from foul. I know that.
I know the apple from the tree. That I know.
I know who labors and who loafs. I know all. All save myself.
I know all things. I know pink cheeks from wan.
I know death who devours all.
I know everything. Everything but myself”
Ballade by François Villon in Himizu (2011)
What the Living Do, Marie Howe
your body deserves respect in its current form, whatever that form is. it deserves love and care and softness and food and fresh air and comfortable clothing, now. not once you’ve lost 10 pounds. not once you’ve cleared your skin. not once you’ve attained whatever body goal you’ve convinced yourself will bring you body confidence and happiness. you deserve comfort, NOW.
anne lamott, bird by bird