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@lostevenwithamap
january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening
Plug those ears, turn up the volume, block it out.
And Jane has never been more ..on point when she said "and what are men compared to rocks and mountains"
you do not need to tolerate disrespect from anyone
39 weeks and 100000 thoughts and emotions.
Mum guilt.
you can take breaks. the world will still be here.
fall in love with small, beautiful things– with sunrises on foggy mornings, warm drinks on cold days, hot soup for a sore throat, cat and dog sightings, long hugs, your favorite songs playing over public speakers, days marked as special on the calendar, compliments from strangers, getting a new shirt you look good in, with your own laughter
drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.
everyday we are closer to sweater weather and grey skies
#same energy
fuck zodiac signs what's your fave jane austen work
Everyday I wake up and wonder how married women in desi families don't just go berserk
“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?”
— Letter to My Rage: An Evolution, by Lidia Yuknavitch
Staying alive for the day when I can finally whisper to myself “I made it”
“Don’t explain. People only hear what they want to hear.”
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