Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real

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Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real
Sometimes things don’t work out. It’s ok I don’t need to catastrophise. The world will keep turning. Dinner needs to be made. I get to tuck myself into bed. I am feeling vulnerable tonight and that’s okay .
la collectionneuse (1967) / anne sexton
the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window
i know anger exists because i exist and i am full of it
The ultimate dream is to have an art studio like this 🎨
idk i feel like everyone is hypothetically open to the Idea of mental illness until it causes you to be genuinely stunted for your age. then you're just embarrassing
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“Just because things hadn’t gone the way I’d planned didn’t necessarily mean they’d gone wrong.”
— Unknown
[ID. A poem titled 'I have to tell you', by Dorothea Grossman. It reads:
I have to tell you, there are times when the sun strikes me like a gong, and I remember everything, even your ears.
End ID.]
i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?
Rati Saxena, ed. by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes, from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women: A World Poetry Anthology; "Mountain nights"
[Text ID: “Last night / there was a dream / And / In the dream? You / You / You / And / Only you”]
The emotions you feel aren’t bad. They’re neutral. Things like jealousy, anger, and anything else that sometimes get labelled as “bad” are just emotions.
It’s what you do with them that matters. You’re allowed to feel them and it is so valid to feel them.
when i say "romanticise the ordinary" i don't mean "hide all aspects of your life that do not fit under some kind of aesthetic" but rather "strive to find beauty in all the little things because i promise you, happiness can be found everywhere"