[vexheart]

[mournfulroses]

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025

[chronicpaingirlie]

every day living with my disabilities is just an endless refrain of “the world does not treat me gently so i must treat myself gently, even when it’s hard” and i must never ever forget that

[disabilityreminders]

You still have value, even if you can’t be productive in the way you or others want. Your value is not dependent on the things you can and can’t do. You are still worthy, and you are enough

[auntymurda]

You gotta make peace with being on bad terms with people you still care about, and also make peace with situations where you knew you did no wrong but was painted as the bad guy anyway. Shit hurts, but it’s life

[thereignclub-trc]

Push yourself to do the things that might take some extra time and discipline, but will help you grow in the long run. Journaling, cooking homemade meals, working out, stepping out of your comfort zone, confronting issues, completing tedious tasks. Self care isn’t always about providing comfort for yourself, it’s about doing the things you might not want to in the moment for the wellbeing of your future self.

[kosmogrl]

the secret to life is always having something to look forward to

[kosmogrl]

to anyone saying there's nothing to look forward to, I'm not saying it has to be anything spectacular or huge. it could just be a song or a book that will release in a few days, a tv show, anything!! no matter how small it seems it can keep us going

[lovecorrin]

all things worth doing require discipline. learn to ignore the voice in your head telling you that you don’t feel like it, because consistency will reap the most worthwhile rewards.

[melisailustraciones]

[positivity-rocks]

I hope July is kind to you. And I hope that this July, you are kind to yourself.

[kosmogrl]

some days I think I have nothing in common with my younger self, and then I remember some of her dreams are still my dreams

[stuckinapril]

all i wanna do is lie in the sun!!!! read my books!!!! daydream about fictional scenarios!!!!! love without fear of abandonment!!!!!! smell like vanilla!!!!!!! cry over great poetry!!!!! sit on the grass for hours on end!!!!! not care about how others perceive me!!!!!! find god in the smallest of things!!!!! be free of guilt and shame!!!!

[tunisian]

nothing gives me more peace than knowing that love will come back to me in many ways and different forms. i may have no idea what the future holds for me but at least there will be love. & a lot of it

[hungryfictions]

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

A beautiful poem that illustrates my point

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

The hypocrisy of being human; the constant tug between solitude and company, the desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all, of wanting everything and wanting nothing.

—mattmurdock-gf on Tumblr

[cache-e]

“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939