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Wanda King’s House 09/19/17 Part 1
The Potter Enterprise, Coudersport, Pennsylvania, April 9, 1925
forgive yourself for the stagnancy that was produced from your depression
Desire is no light thing.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (via xshayarsha)
Perfect Sunday night
I take a hit and take a bubble bath. I read a book of poetry I didn't understand before and I get to experience it. I dry off and sink into my favorite jammies. I sit cross legged on the floor where my bed was earlier today, before it left in the truck of a nice Mexican family, and I rub lotion on my feet. Turning to my left, I pick up my pen, my journal, and my book of writing prompts. I lose myself in another world for 10 minutes before I snuggle into a warm fuzziness, my dog breathing heavily next to me and I drift off into dreams of islands and indescribable discoveries.
LDK - © Kotaro Chiba 2017
One day I decided that there were plenty of things out in the world I could be and I knew I wanted to try different ones.
50 year old me
I am in the sky saying birds when I mean the thing that birds do to make the sky more beautiful. I am that— not the sight or the sound or the feeling but the absence of what was there before.
Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, from “(untitled),” published in Twelfth House (via lifeinpoetry)
Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was good. I loved your crooked sleep beside me and never dreamed afraid. There should be stars for great wars like ours.
Sandra Cisneros, from “One Last Poem for Richard” (via oofpoetry)
Every day, I pretend you don’t exist. Every day, I wonder if you’re still alive. Every night, I wish for your body next to mine. Every night, I cry because you’re gone.
Grieving (via letters-from-alex)
Here's a no filter, no makeup, insecurity-embracing selfie
About the move
Stop complaining already. Don't be such a whiner! Don't act like you're incapable! You're acting like you're not smart enough or dedicated enough to get through this. How much have you accomplished??? You used to never be afraid of anything. When did you forget that you can do whatever you set your mind to? You've been in the most UNpowerful context there is lately. Who do you think you are? Letting yourself get down in the dumps like that? Remember when you were so happy you had a hard time relating to people who didn't love themselves? We've been humbled enough. But we're better than this. I am going to love myself and enjoy myself and stop caring about appearances and get up early and take care of myself and explore places and read things and meet people and LIVE and I'm going to love every moment of this blessing that we're all given to do what we can with. I'm over being unhealthy. The next time I start stressing out over all of the unknowns I'm going to tell myself, DUH! Of COURSE it's scary that's why it's going to be crazy and exciting and UNFORGETTABLE like a ROLLER COASTER. Nothing bad will happen. Nothing you can't take by the balls and look dead in the eyes. No pasa nada! I will handle this shit, stay in my lane, fuck with only the realest people, and broaden my horizons a million times. I'll get out of my comfort zone. I'll get out of the house. I'll be vulnerable. I'll be unashamed. I'll express myself clearly, candidly, and without hesitation. I'll listen to people, I'll allow them to be themselves, I'll learn about their lives and their beliefs. I'll allow them to know me. I'll see mountains and beaches and forests and learn about the agriculture, the food, the people, the religion, culture, geography, memorize the sunrises and the smell of the breeze and the recipe my neighbor gave me. I will refine my language skills. I will never stop learning words and phrases and slang and foreign literature. I will find new music and a new way to dance. I'll throw my head back in laughter when I know I look like a white girl being exxxxxxtra on the dance floor. I will dance anyway! Your self pity funk ends now. Your time is racing by, and I'll be damned if our twenties are spent in a dark place of depression, self esteem issues, sadness, self loathing, and whiner-ness! I'm a motherfucking legend, goddamn it. I'm smart enough and bold enough to do anything I want to and by God, I'm going to do just that!
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight (via wordsnquotes)
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