“I no longer have to set myself on fire to keep other people warm.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, You Make Me Feel Human
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“I no longer have to set myself on fire to keep other people warm.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, You Make Me Feel Human
“I knew I’d follow him anywhere. When my sister used to talk about being in love, she said it felt like someone wrapping you inside of them. And that’s what I felt like now, like slowly I was being wrapped inside of him, inside his eyes, inside his voice, inside the way he talked about things.”
— Jaqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly
It’s cool. Take a shower. Open the windows to let in fresh air even if it’s cold out. Listen to the wind rustling the leaves & the people walking and chatting. Clean something random to see that you can make a difference through action. This too shall pass
I HAVE TO DO THE WORK SO THAT MY LIFE CAN BE DIFFERENT AND I CAN REAP THE BENEFITS
repeat every morning
“Live the life you’d be envious of if you saw someone else living it. This is my personal mantra. Whenever I’m going through a difficult time, like a breakup, and I’m wishing to be the person who could get over it and move on, I tell myself to be that person. Instead of waiting to be inspired by someone else and being jealous that they’re living a life I wish I had, I tell myself not to wait for that moment and to start being the person I want to be. If you wish you were the woman who went for that big promotion, learned a second language, dumped that guy who cheated on you, then just be that person. Think, if I have the energy to wish for it, I have the energy to do it.”
— Olivia Munn
“Sometimes it’s good to just live life silently. Pay attention to your thoughts as they come and go, and reflect upon your feelings. Sometimes being overly social can offset our inner peace.”
— Nicole Addison
Advice I gave someone today was: 'do it stupid.'
She wants to learn photography. Do it stupid. Take a million photos. Don't think about why they're not good. Enjoy the process of taking photos.
Pick out tge ones you like the most and figure out why you like them. Is it because the subject is centered? Is it because you caught them doing something cool? Is it because the light made cool shadows?
Do it stupid. If you try to do it smart, youll get stuck. If you think too much you'll never get to doing. Do it stupid.
The beautiful thing as you get older is that you realize so many “rules” are made up and you can just do whatever. Posters can go anywhere in the house not just my room. I can sit down while cooking a meal or taking a shower. I can make the same thing for breakfast lunch dinner for a week straight. I can roam around the house shirtless. I can wear a dress with jeans. The world is my oyster key word my and I can live as I please embracing little things such as this
i have started asking myself “how can i make this more fun?” in regards to the things i have to do and it is such a small difference but it brings me so much delight
love this!
- July 44 // In Quiet Still Mornings
"What if we run away, sweetheart?
The sun has risen up by six in the morning and I zipped my two bag packs as I waited for the echoes of your footsteps to come through my bedroom. What if we run away, sweetheart?
I closed the door, shoved the keys into my pocket as I anticipated for your noticeable aroma in my sofa bed. You were not about roses and soap, were you? So why not let's run away now?
I grabbed a Sylvia Plath book, got a black coffee to warm myself. It was almost noon but still you seemed out of the picture. Sweetheart, what took you so long?
I got up and put my mascara on, still waiting, wanting to cast a gaze of those glimmering slivery eyes. My bags were flung over my shoulder as if I was ready to go and I watched the sun fall in my caramel-coloured skin. What else do I need to do?
Bags were packed. Doors were locked. But time slipped; the moon is now settling with the stars. Its almost eleven in the evening. My mascara is smudged, door is half-open. You never came. Why?"
- July 43 // What if we run away?
A Story I’d Share to my Grandchildren
“i used to be so afraid of a lot of things: the darkness, the suffocating feeling underwater, running errands, insects dancing under the light bulbs. i used to be so afraid of death, or the thought of leaving someone, or the thought of being left behind.
i remember when my kitten died during my sister’s fourth birthday, i could barely get up from bed i have been stuck in my room for two days with only water, my pillow and my father beside me, whispering some sort of a prayer ”everyone’s gonna be okay, love”
he used to call me love so much that other girls about my age get jealous. he packs my lunch and sends me to school with his motorcycle that sounded like a helicopter or an angry neighbor roaring in the midst of a tranquil slumber. he tells me stories before bed time, about his lost dreams and the life he’d always wanted to have but never had.
it was an excruciating memory to remember now that im standing in front of his graveyard next to a flower and crumpled pieces of tissue.
i think about the early times at the backyard, when my father does carpentry as his knuckles got burnt for saving this poor child from a huge fire. was he truly happy that time?
i thought about his what-ifs more often times than i should; what if he gets to live a life much better than this? would he be contented? would there be a flash of absolute life satisfaction before he lies down on his death bed?
now im afraid of a lot of things still; the darkness, the suffocating feeling underwater, running errands, insects dancing under light bulbs. im still afraid of death, but you know what’s more terrifying? being unremarkable and a life never lived.”
— July 42 // A Story I’d Share To My Grandchildren
“your loud snores, your angelic face that resembles the cluster of stars glistening through the windows, my love, are some of the things that jolt me awake at night and i'd rather stay awake than miss any detail of you”
— July 41 // My Thoughts When You’re Fast Asleep