calm before the storm

"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood"

[achillesinhighheels]

[lazyyogi]

At some point, most people stop growing. They settle into a comfortable identity, clinging to a fixed idea of who they are.

When this happens, any change — even growth — starts to feel like a threat. This is how people grow old without growing wise. Elders were once respected not merely for their age but for the wisdom living inside them.

If we resist the pull toward the comfort and security of a rigid identity, we open ourselves to ongoing growth. Even the smallest shifts, day by day, week by week, build toward something remarkable.

Just imagine what you could become.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[cyberxbattalion]

[rainekeiko]

[cyberxbattalion]

[mayessta]

[quotesthatstayedwithme]

[midnights-wish]

''A feeling of tenderness filled my heart.''

Sylvia Plath, 'The Bell Jar' (1963).

[kosmogrl]

in a few months we'll be going on walks at 8pm to watch the sun set without having to worry about bringing jackets in case it gets cold because everything will be warm and nice and colorful!

[loveisgame-deactivated20251211]

[foxeia]

Julia

[thewordsyouneverunderstood]

I want a love that wakes up every morning and feels lucky to have me. I want a love without hesitation, without doubt. A love that can say, “yes, yes I am in love with you” without having to stutter at the question. I want a love that keeps me safe, but that at the same time pulls me towards the things that I am too scared to do alone. I want a love that holds my hand, that says “I am here, I am here”. A love that never lets me forget it. I want a love that never makes me feel alone, a love that understands, or at the least, tries to. I want a love that never curses me out in the middle of the street, a love that never frightens me. A love that uses their voice kindly, a love that understands my body still remembers what it is like to be dragged out into the mud of everything unholy. I want a love that knows I will always carry that trauma with me, a love that never asks me to ‘just get over it’. I want a love that understands not all the poems will be about them, a love that understands that there was something before this, before him, and it wasn’t always kind. wasn’t always a good place to be, wasn’t where my heart was safe. A love that understands I must tell these stories, a love that understands my survival depends on this. I want a love that always calls me back. A love that moves its own feet towards apologies whenever and wherever they are needed. I want a love that takes my hands and says, thank you. A love that appreciates me. A love that knows that although I am a woman drowned in sorrow and grief, I am still here, and I am still trying. I want a love that is my personal hype man, a man that doesn’t just tell me I am beautiful, but makes me feel it. A love that says, “ you are kind”, “you are smart”, “you are capable of anything”. I want a love that stands up first in a crowd full of people for me, even if they must stand alone. I want a love that isn’t afraid of what the rest of the world thinks, because they know that love is better without boundaries. A love that knows that love is better when you stop caring about what other people think of it. A love that doesn’t look for other people’s approval to love me. I want a love that never makes me feel unworthy. I want a love brave enough to stay, a love that wants to stay, a love that says, “things aren’t always easy, but this is where my heart is, this is where I want to be”.

[zagrebinaa]

[evilrashida]

Scales (2017) In the field at 15 untitled works in concrete by Donald Judd Judd credit “Donald Judd, 15 untitled works in concrete. Courtesy of the Chinati Foundation. Copyright Judd Foundation / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York. Photo by Alex Marks.”

[70sbestblackalbums]

1977 Diana Ross “Baby It’s Me” cover shoots

[lati-will]

Never let earthly traditions get in the way of spiritual breakthroughs.

(via awakenedvibrations)