[kaleido--scopee]

I’m trying to learn how to be soft like I once was but I’m having trouble balancing it with the strength I know now. How can I be both? How can I be open to feeling without letting it destroy me? How do I learn to not exist in extremes?

[vikhau-deactivated20160119]

[kaleido--scopee]

So I have a very hard time expressing emotion and being vulnerable and telling people how I feel about them directly, and last night I did that and it was terrifying and it took me hours to say a sentence. 

In the aftermath, I feel weird and exposed and kind of gross and kind of bad about myself because to me expressing emotion in a way that makes me feel vulnerable is synonymous with weakness and I know that’s not true, but that’s how I feel (which is crazy, because I don’t feel that way when other people are open). 

Anyway, I’m very proud of myself for having done what I did because I faced a huge fear and I lived and now I can begin to get on with my life. I also have some feelings of regret still, but I know that I did something important, no matter what the outcome of that relationship is. 

[se17enteen]

untitled by new legs on Flickr.

[leafla]

[dryyoureyes-startbelieving]

Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.

(via babyitsasweetlife)

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Claude Monet

[kaleido--scopee]

I am no stranger to healing with time, getting better with time, being okay with time. But that doesn't mean that I no longer get pulled in at high tide, asking, when the fuck does it get better? When does my head break water, when will I be able to breathe again? 

[fuckyeahrudyfrancisco]

Sometimes, I’m the mess. Sometimes, I’m the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.

Rudy Francisco (via alaisiagae)

[a-night-in-wonderland]

cloud iridescence - caused as light diffracts through tiny ice crystals or water droplets of uniform size, usually in lenticular clouds.

[coral]

Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost …. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But, it isn’t my fault It still takes a long time to get out. Chapter Three I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately. Chapter Four I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. Chapter Five I walk down another street.

Portia Nelson, “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” (via feellng)

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[drowsyspace]

[beautifulsabr]

The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.

Yasmin Mogahed (via beautifulsabr)

[matildasmsn]

[decepticun]

[tblaberge]

You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.

T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via tblaberge)

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