She's not here anymore.

[petalya]

in therapy my therapist and i were talking about my own feelings of self worth in relationships. and she asked me to say qualities about myself that someone else would be attracted to, on a romantic and platonic level. so i named some things like compassionate, empathetic, etc. and she said “you named things that you can give someone. ways you can serve, rather than ways that you are” and y'all..my mind was blown that’s gonna stick with me forever like she then proceed to tell me actual innate qualities about myself that she liked and thought anyone else would like as well and i hadn’t even considered those because like she said i was focused on things i could do outwardly to attract and maintain connections rather than who i was as a person..goddamn!!! thats tea!!!

[petalya]

With this in mind, this also makes me think of the ways people describe us. When people say the reasons that they love/like you or describe you as a person, are they only naming ways that you serve them? Are they equating your worth with how much you do for them?

ex. “You’re such a good listener. You’re so generous, you’re so compassionate. You’re always there for me. You always hold me down. You’re reliable”

vs.

“You’re so funny! You’re very vibrant. You’re creative, passionate, and intelligent. You’re optimistic. You’re so talented at ____” , etc. I think that’s very telling.

[yourhandwrittenletter]

“I wish we knew back then that being scared wasn’t a bad thing. That change and growth and something greater all begin at the tiptoes of what we know for sure. Leaving home on shaky feet and hiding from boys with thousand-watt smiles. Cities and strays and the raw gnaw of hunger in your gut. In your soul, even, screaming out for more than you can carry. It looks like this: you in the corner of a bright yellow room with a shelf full of dreams collecting dust in each pocket. Me at the crack of a window, chipping paint from the walls of a place we’ve outgrown. Too big for our shoes. Hot blood in our veins on a race to our brains and our legs and our arms and the pits of our stomachs. I wish someone had sat us down and held our hands to our hearts, wild and young enough to crash without breaking, and I wish they had said, “Feel that, kiddo? The chaos? That’s how you know you’re headed somewhere good.””

—

[wnq-anonymous]

Every time I judge someone else, I reveal an unhealed part of myself.

Anonymous  (via wnq-anonymous)

[wnq-writers]

“Why do you love me?” “Because I have no choice.” He said with a sigh Her wry smile turned to a frown as she frantically attempted to let go of his hand. He calmly pat her in the head before continuing… “Like how the rain helplessly falls to kiss the earth. How the waves can’t resist coming back to hug the shore. I have no choice, it is my very nature to love you. My mind filled with holes so it drowns oh so easily in the depths of your eyes. My heart molded like a flute so it always sings your name. My soul hollowed out so it would always seek you as if you’re the only thing in this world that can fill it. I have no choice when every inch of my being is drawn to your perfections.” He glanced at her birth mark and smiled, “and to your imperfections.” “Because love” he held her chin and slowly leaned forward “the first time my lips pressed on yours I decided there will never be a better choice”.

kfroy  (via wnq-writers)

[sad-0dd]

I think we just knew. Our first conversation went on for five hours straight. We didn’t want to end it. It was just a little alarming that the sun was already rising so we had to stop. But it happened again on the next phone call. And the next, and the next. It took us six days to fall for each other. Six. We started talking on the 10th. We were officially a couple on the 16th. We didn’t ‘wait’. We just kinda knew. We just kinda felt it. We don’t fight. When there’s little things that we’re upset about, or didn’t agree on what each other had to say, we talk about it for a minute, and then we’d make up like nothing happened. We don’t bring up the fights afterwards either. It’s stupid to do that. Everything’s easy with him. I never did anything to impress him. I was myself since day one. It’s easy for us to make each other laugh. And it’s so overwhelming sometimes; this happiness. This love. He’s good. He makes me feel good. I’ve never had a better lover. He’s beautiful. I wish every single one in the world knew about him.

Me when someone asks about you (via sad-0dd)

[tiaretahiti-deactivated20160102]

Life is mysterious and amazing!

[mothurs]

[wnq-writers]

People don’t change if you plead them to, And they don’t change if you bully them into. They definitely don’t change if you make them promise they would. People only change if they feel like they need to. They only change if they want to for themselves.

creatingnikki  (via wordsnquotes)

[m7madsmiry]

A great future doesn’t require a great past. المُستقبل العظيم لا يتطلب ماضٍ عظيم.

(via m7madsmiry)

[thelovejournals]

I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

Mary Kate Teske  (via ztahcsslaskcihcsregnalsnebel)

[the6raisedme]

[serious]

who were you?

[kazucamera]

[pigmenting]

I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.

Jennifer Willoughby, from “The Sun is Still a Part of Me” in Beautiful Zero (via stvlrnn)

[themotivationjournals]

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive.

Howard Thurman  (via wordsnquotes)

Why are these quotes suddenly making so much sense?!

(via marschmallews)

[jspark3000]

We often waste an incredible amount of time wanting to be somewhere else, someone else. Our head-space gets clogged with compare, contrast, what if, why can’t, I should. But you’re never getting this time back. You can’t borrow tomorrow. Please don’t save the best for last. The best is all of you, here, where you are, brightly lit and painfully now, in this breath you’re leaving. Each second dies as it is born; every hello must say goodbye; all is fading in the collapsing hallway of a fragile hourglass, a grain at a time. You are here. The best is you, now.

[existential-celestial]

“The best is all of you, here, where you are, brightly lit and painfully now,”

[yourhandwrittenletter]

Let me tell you something, kid. I know that you’re sad. And I know that you think some boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts is the answer. But he isn’t the answer. Or the savior. Or the light at the end of the tunnel. He’s just a boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. And I know that you want him to reach a hand to the floor and help you stand again, but he can’t fix you. He’s sad, too. He’s looking for the answer. And newsflash: it isn’t you. It isn’t anybody. Because people aren’t going to teach you how to wake up even when it’s hard, and how to feel life all the way to your gut without trying to throw it back up, and how to demand your own kindness. No, kid. That’s something you have to figure out for yourself.

(via yourhandwrittenletter)