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somnolentsuggestions

hmmm. hmm. i think today is a day to wrap myself in a large blanket and lie very still

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onewillow

This Autumn, let something die.

A worry, a relationship, a project that has run its course. Let go of anxiety over the future. Let go of guilt.

Let go of other people’s dreams for you. Let go of the fear that happiness or success or love or joyousness somehow isn’t for you.

Let go of feeling unwanted. Go outside, can you feel how deeply your presence is craved here?

Let go of the small and burdensome things. Gifts never opened. Keys without a lock. Broken earrings, old love letters, the ephemera on your fridge.

As David Whyte writes, “Anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.” This Autumn, let go of all the clothes you have outgrown.

Let go of comparison.

Let go of doubt.

Let go of the feeling that you are somehow not good enough.

Because every imperfect apple that lays soft in your hands, and every ray of low Autumn sunlight that warms you through woolens will tell you a different story, a much truer story. The story that you are more, much more, than enough. That you bless this world simply by being alive.

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sad-plath

me showing you my romantic side: I wanna go grocery shopping with you

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better standards who dis

vhord

prettypositivity

sis, it’s time for you to be happy again

c-ta71

‏find someone who understands your silence

gumuhit

virtual lovers (2017)

avpdfuuka

I hate existing and taking up physical space, I hate that people can see me, I hate having to constantly account for my body language out of self consciousness, if I could just live in another plane of existence as a spectator that occasionally interacts with reality when I’m in the mood that would be ideal