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a side blog

[iheartmolly]

[sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2]

Honestly I think one of the most empowering things you can do for yourself is to separate your negative qualities from your identity.

Instead of saying “I’m lazy,” saying “I’ve made a habit of not doing work unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Instead of saying “I’m a bad friend,” saying “I haven’t communicated as much as I should with the people I care about.”

By being specific about your problems, and by framing it as an action that you are consciously either working on or ignoring rather than an unchangeable part of who you are, you allow yourself to accept your mistakes and work constructively on them instead of pretending they didn’t happen or wallowing in blaming yourself.

[heartpdf]

[prettyprettyorchid]

[devilands]

[notasoupcompany]

[tenisperfection]

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, there will be a tree outside your bedroom window. It is very important to romanticize this tree as much as possible.

[thesophistiicate]

btw what you consume shapes your perception. if you flood your mind with cynicism, chaos, and uninspired content, you dull your ability to see beauty. curating your inputs—art, literature, film, music, people—rewires your vision. you get to choose which version of life you experience...

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

[you-are-another-me]

[frailbug]

it’s awesome how we have unlimited chances to become a better version of ourselves

[eagans]

(Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird)

[sverate]

[madlyfond]

Wouldn’t it be nice if

i still have some spare time to spend loving you

you bring out the part of me i usually have to kill

never thought it’s so nice to be me

for once i dont feel sad for the girl that i am

You are

a good christian girl’s glitch

Something i was always afraid to admit i wanted

Library of sins I took home as souvenirs,

neighbourhood of laughs,

valleys of smiles and stollen kisses,

chucking down on the surface temptations; your gaze, your hungry smile, hair dripping off your eyebrows

Suddenly I’m the poem instead of the poet

Watched my oaths scattered on your bedroom floor,

then saw sets of hazy mornings blurs into one “Can you please don’t go?”

You washed me off dirts in just one kiss

Years of unspent touches and tongues and you’re pouring it on me

And im spending mine on you

Left receipts upon my skin

but im gone before they’re gone

Cause i prefer us an eternal mysteries

I like us this way

We look so good in black and white,

a perfect lingering memorabilia

“It’s my skill”, you said

“You’re just lucky”, I said

But I’m lucky too

that a set of my firsts was you

[wedarkacademia]

[aumonique]

[chandajaan]

“But tonight” is just perfect term, it’s like despite despite despite! Despite tomorrow when the sun comes up, we’re here together, the longing of holding onto a moment forever and never letting it go!

[chandajaan]

[heavensghost]

[akindplace]

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