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@rainfullofglitters
““I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.””
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
i'm afraid to live my life, i feel guilty, i feel—shut the fuck up. step 1. shut the fuck up. step 2. shut the fuck up. step 3. focus on your breath. ruminating doesn't do shit. it just makes you feel bad. you're not accomplishing anything, you're not even being introspective, you're not being a 'good person' by telling yourself that you're a bad person; you're just sitting there exacerbating your anxiety. feel the cool air going in and out of your nostrils. feel your neck, arms, legs, shoulders, jaw, and whatever else that is tense. relax that shit or at least release some of the tension, if possible. stop clenching things. remember breath. remember cool air. fix posture. relax shoulders. sit or stand or lay comfortably. remember breath. remember cool air. don't try to avoid the thoughts but, rather, acknowledge them and move on lightly. it's ok if you can't. but remember that they are just there. they are guests who have overstayed their welcome. they are just thoughts. you will be ok. remember breath. remember cool air. you will be ok
when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language
I was eating alone at a mexican restaurant once and a group of college kids were chatting over tortilla chips. There was some jabber and then..
“ ..we had to climb over the bob wire!”
“Dude, did you just say ‘bob wire’?”
“Yea man, that spiky shit!”
“You actually think it’s called bob wire? Like fucking Robert wire? You think it’s called Robert wire?”
“Well what the hell do you think it’s called?”
“It’s BARB wire you idiot! Like Barbara wire!”
*the third guy* “Oh my god. You guys. BARBED wire. Because the wire has barbs, it is BARBED.”
“Oohhhhh!”
“Fucking Robert and Barbara wire. Fuck you guys.”
I hope Robert and Barbara Wire are in a happy and committed relationship.
Vincent Van Gogh // Clarice Lispector
Ada Limón, from "To the Busted Among Us", Sharks in the Rivers
“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”
— Charlotte Eriksson
January 21, 2024.
This. Is. Amazing.
Life is definitely better than it was 2 years ago.
Even though I'm still overthinking tooooo much, some problems are suddenly solved.
I just hope if I get to post 2 years from now, I'll get things figured out.
If someone may read this, I hope you're happy.
Stav, I'm glad that you are.
Should I be scared of my thoughts? Should I be scared of thinking about death?
What if I suddenly get into an accident? Who will be there? Who will care?
What if ai get really sick? Physically? Who will help me?
Mentally? Who will understand me?
What if I die..
What will happen after that?
I guess what scares me more.. is I really don't care anymore.
i learned a while ago that the whole "most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they're so far away that we're seeing them as they were thousands of years ago" thing is a myth because stars live so long that it's unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i'm still glad that myth exists because there's just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me
It’s interesting because one day that will be true for some people in some planet out there, but we are so young, the universe is so young, that we live in a time when we get to see more stars born than we ever will see die. There’s poetry in looking up and seeing a star graveyard, but I think there’s also poetry in looking up and seeing a star nursery.
Like, momento mori but also momento vivere
💫 february sunsets 💫
It's been awhile, tumblr.
I missed pouring out all my thoughts here.
I guess I found a different way to deal with my overthinking.
Can I just say that life has been so much better lately?
Can I just say that I finally found someone who just understands and love me with my love language? It's just amazing.
But I had this dream just now, and I never thought that that dream would be possible. But here I am wishing. Please. Be possible.
Literally so close to just messing with people's feelings as they mess mine. Tangina niyong lahat
Deserve ko ba maging ganito kalungkot? Ano bang ginawa ko??? God pls. Pastop na. Di ko na talaga kaya eh
October 16, 2021.
Had my sleep routine okay for a couple of weeks now na bigla lang masisira ulit.
It's 2:37am and wala aiguro sa isang oras na buo tulog ko.
TANGINA PAGOD NAKO MAGING MALUNGKOTVAYAW KO JA