I EAT CAKE IN BED!

“I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.” Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf

[beautefragile]

@ _foodstories_

[breadandolives]

Mimi Thorisson

[nemfrog]

Waxing moon.  An Atlas of Astronomy. 1892. Atlas page, detail. 

[different-landscapes]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I’m losing everyone while I’m finding myself.

Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

[abstractlovin]

joan hernandez pijuan

[bunlly]

When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.

Kim McMillen (via tr-apstar)

[muckfloral]

[pipfindlay]

[artemisiasea]

[lallechuza]

I’m happy. 

He always says: I don't feel you happy. You don't look happy. The others are saying the same. 

Why he tells me this? Is this a form of help I don't fully understand? 

In this moment I’m home alone, with the dog. In the morning I worked, I went swimming and for a long walk with the dog. I had a beer in the sunset on our terrace and pasta for dinner. I have the whole bed for myself tonight which is rare (and nice). I feel happy. Constantly. Even on the sad days the happiness is there. I know this. He doesn't need to know, see or feel it. Why I suppose he might know me better than I know myself? “The others say the same” should not be a counting argument..

[gerda-kay]

[theshinysquirrel]

[sevensaltedalmonds-deactivated2]

Lauren Ross

[lallechuza]

familylove

[unquietwater]

[just-six]

He’s a chapter, not your story.

six word story // whisperofsong (via just-six)