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Marilyn Monroe by Sam Shaw
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“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.
“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss
hey, please replace ‘i wasn’t good enough’ with ‘it wasn’t right for me’ in your thinking. everyone’s talents and brilliance are differently placed, and if you’ve ever felt like you ‘weren’t enough’ for something, it just means it wasn’t right for you. there’s a place, position, person out there that you’re perfect for, and the only thing you’ve ““failed at”” is finding it yet.
“Without mud, you cannot have a lotus flower. Without suffering, you have no ways in order to learn how to be understanding and compassionate. Happiness is the lotus flower, and the suffering is the mud. So the practice is how to make use of the suffering, make use of the mud, to create the flower, the happiness, and this is possible.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh (via lazyyogi)
today my professor was talking about how badly you screw yourself over when you’re too scared to try things and to reach for opportunities and that by not trying, you ended up failing and therefore regretting your indecision which is ten times worse and I was just like lol, I really wish I could get that through my head because I am so indifferent and afraid. I just feel like I’m in a permanent state of helplessness, which is something that I’m working on, but it’s still so sad how beaten down I am from everything
U need 2 hold the image u want of urself, in ur mind, so strongly that other ppl see it too. Everything u need is already inside of u. U know what u need 2 do. So look inside and stop seeking it outside
i wish i had a cute girl squad, so we could mask and watch period dramas together while drinking pink champagne coctails and wearing cute satin pajamas
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
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