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[kiindr]

if it makes you happy, it matters. it does not have to make sense to others. specifically to those who shame other people for having certain interests. we're all here for a brief time and if we don't spend it doing things we find meaningful, it's just plain tragedy.

[forlornalbatross]

“Feel this text with love: . I want you with all of that you are (flaws & imperfections , wounds & scars , laughter & the blush in your smile , the depth of your hazel eyes) but only if that is what you also want of yourself ( even the ones you hate )”

— D C de Oliveira | To Chloe, Mensagem | January 26, 2023 | Thursday, 3.15pm

[perfectquote]

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people: “No, we dont use this heart anymore. Its too fragile”.”

— Courtney C. Stevens

[absoluteindoubtxx]

It happens faster than you could ever think, from always and forever to never again in less than a blink.

–Eyedea

[thoughtkick]

“Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.”

— Daniell Koepke

[stay-close]

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.

— John Lennon

[akindplace]

Maybe you feel like you did nothing this year. Like you achieved nothing, or made no progress or even relapsed. But you're still here. You still fought through the year. You're alive, you have survived 2021. You survived and that's enough of an achievement. I am proud of you. You are a true fighter. 🌱🌻

[creatingnikki]

and just like that another year's end has begun. time stopped being a meaningful concept a while ago. somewhere around 2016 I think. but I still try to grasp it still. just like I have held on to all these people who I've exchanged thirteen and a half goodbyes with. what is changed about me? well, let's see. my hair is short now. I drink more alcohol now. I'm starting to lie to protect my sanity and peace. and Ican't stand voice notes anymore unless it's from the three people I like the most.

[akindplace]

Try not to enter 2022 hating yourself for the mistakes you made in 2021. Try to see yourself as someone who has grown, who has changed and learned from the past to make better choices in the future. Because when you see where you went wrong, you have already changed. You have already grown. And you are strong enough to face hardship again and know what to do. That is how we learn how not to repeat our mistakes: by making them in the first place.

[animalsnaps]

[my-teen-quote]

Many relatable posts here!

[yourhandwrittenletter]

I’ve spent most of my life chasing the person I want to be. Because 20-year-old me will have better friends, and 25-year-old me will land a killer job, and 30-year-old me will be madly in love. And me 6 months from now will be skinnier, and me a year from now will be more confident, and me some time from now will be better somehow. So much better. For years, this is what I thought. That if I could just wait it out, everything would get better.      It took me a long time to realize that life doesn’t work that way. Because older doesn’t mean happier or easier, and it certainly doesn’t mean better; it just means older. Life isn’t a well plotted screen play, or a checklist, or, God forbid, some waiting room. We have got to stop waiting. Because life isn’t about growing up to be all that we’ve ever wanted; it’s just about growing up.      It’s about love, and change, and crying yourself to sleep when it’s all too much. And working at a burger joint, and kissing your best friend even though he might not like you back, and calling your mom every Sunday because you miss her like hell. It’s fights, and promotions, and hospital visits. And then it’s this: another wedding of another one of your college friends, the third one this year, but this time you meet a groomsman who’s just as down on love and you dance all night. And this: he cries when you say “I do.” And this: a kid with your eyes and his dorky ears.       Or maybe not. Maybe it’s this: you write everything, everywhere, all the time, even when the prettier kids make fun of you, and the short teacher with the big nose tells you it’s good. Really good. And this: you’re living in a shoebox, by the skin of your teeth, but there’s a bar across the street that lets you read your poetry, and evey time you do, someone in the crowd finally knows what it feels like to be understood. And this: your words being published. Your words. Being bought by people who could be spending their money on anything at all. And you sit in your twin bed where you’ve written your entire novel, a dozen empty coffee mugs still dirty on the nightstand, and you scream until your lungs burn.       It’s all of these things, and bad things, and good things, and the raw realization that it doesn’t get better or worse, it just gets different. It just changes. Always, always changes. And somehow that makes it more wonderful. Because future you may have the friends, and the boy, and the job, but she didn’t get it by waiting around. She is a product of you. Right now, tomorrow, changing and growing every moment that follows. She is kind, and breathing, and beautiful. But she waits for the day she doesn’t have to worry about paying a mortgage bill, and she worries too often about what people think of her. She still doesn’t have it together.      And maybe that’s what I’ve learned after all this time: nobody has it together. We’re all just here, floundering around in pursuit of being something more. Broken, thoughtful creatures with too much time on our hands, desperate for the companionship of someone who reminds us that we are not alone. We don’t have much of anything figured out. Maybe we never will. But more importantly, I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.

ramblings of an overthinker (via yourhandwrittenletter)

[the-homie-sexual]

You’re in your 20’s and what feels like the 727th time this year things aren’t going as planned. Ok, well what’re you going to do about it? You were born with soul of a lion sweetheart and being a princess doesn’t mean you’re fragile it means you’re fierce and you overcome. Why’re you still sitting on the floor bitching about it? You’re better than this. Cool, sometimes shit doesn’t go exactly how we want. You might be doing this part of life alone right off the bat so you gotta step up to that. The ball is coming at you 96 mph and you’ve forgotten to wear your helmet, but it’s okay. You’ve got this. It’s scary. But you’re grown. You’ve faced worse. Breathe. There’s zero reason to cry. Don’t stress. I know it feels like you’re playing this game and it’s strike 2, 3 balls, and you’re the only one on your team. But sometimes certain adventures in life are ones we do alone. This is one of those for you. It’s ok. Exhale. You hit the ball, it’s a homer, the game goes on. Like it always does. You’ve always pulled through. You get another 4 balls and another 3 strikes before you’re out, don’t give up. You don’t need a team. You are the team.

(via the-homie-sexual)

[butwithyouitsdifferent]

“When we first met, you were all abstract chalk on the sidewalk. You left fragments of your soul, making sure nothing was permanent. You said the dirt of the world would wash all this good away anyway. When we found ourselves at the crosswalk, hand in hand, all smiling and stitched together, I asked you what changed. You said “They see red and think blood. You see red and think roses.“ I realized that I was the only thing you found that didn’t mark you as criminal. So I crawled into your chest pocket, fixating my attention on keeping your heart beating. I demanded to know more. I pulled words out of your mouth when we kissed, begged to understand why you shook when I touched you. On a Sunday afternoon, you went from church to my bed, finally coming apart for me. You cried into my neck, told me stories that I don’t even feel worthy enough to write about. You made me wish I could go back in time- pull every single version of you into my chest. You accepted every horror like an unanswered prayer, loving God even when all you could see were the things He was ripping away from you. You were strong before anyone expected you to be. You were the little boy that would grow into my man, shaking and bending under the weight of a world men decades older than you do not understand. I will always think of you as my man. Even when you are chasing after the next angel- the next girl who looks into your eyes and sees what I did. Because when we first realized our time was ending, everything about you was blurry. You were graffiti’d bible verses on the side of a church building. A walking contradiction of wanting to be good but not having it in you. It should have offended me. I should have scrubbed the edges of you but all I could do was stare…admire. We may not have lasted forever but the days I spent hurting over you were not waisted. They were cherished. Because you have turned my heart into something that aches for such messy, imperfect love. The kind of love that never leaves- just lasts forever somewhere else, far far away from you. In the end, the dust settled just as beautifully as it hung in the air. We seperated like we were kissing in reverse- much more tragic but no less beautiful.”

— to the boy who made me realize I had never really been in love before

[quotemadness]

“To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.”

— Alanis Morissette

[quotemadness]

“Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.”

— Ashley Purdy

[quotemadness]

“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”

— Unknown

[quotemadness]

“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”

— Ram Dass