[harsheetab]

फरवरी की सर्दियों की धूप में...... . The peace and happiness that winter-spring sun brings is majestic. Though this year it showed up only on my most busy and occupied days but it is one of those things that manages to fill you up even if you get it for just 1 day. ☀️🌻 (at Duty Free Cortyard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZcHTV1hF7l/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[thundergrace]

Almost broke my finger I retweeted that so hard.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Don’t cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.”

— Unknown

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Once you realize there is life after mistakes, you gain a self-confidence that never goes away.”

— Bob Schieffer

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.”

— Unknown

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[mulletlove-deactivated20200811]

questions to ask yourself when you want to use an unhealthy coping mechanism

why do i want to hurt myself? what will blaming myself reinforce? who taught me i am not allowed to make mistakes? who benifits from this?

am i feeling overwhelmed? what’s really bothering me? can i write it down? what am i avoiding thinking about?

am i reacting rationally? what would i tell a friend who was experiencing this? what can i learn from this? isn’t that what’s important?

am i god? do i control everything? is worrying going to serve a purpose?

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[spookylass]

we should take the “does it spark joy?” question to social media. go through your facebook, remove friends that do not spark joy, go through instagram and unfollow people and pages that do not spark joy. don’t surround yourself with things that don’t make you happy.

[pariztexas-deactivated20210721]

The Little Hours (2017) dir. Jeff Baena

[showerthoughtspost]

Falling in love during a dream is maybe the most savage way the mind can play tricks on itself.

[toastbutteregg]

[winterblues]

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

[studyandstorms-deactivated20250]

Do you ever stop for a second and think of everything you’ve done so far? If not, you should. Remember all those nights you thought you wouldn’t make it. When you stressed before an important test and thought it was the end of the world. When you got a bad mark and wanted to give up. Look at you now, look where you are. You’re here, and in case nobody has said so yet, I’m proud of you.