honestly the best feeling ever is realizing you’re not sad anymore over something you thought you would never get over

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honestly the best feeling ever is realizing you’re not sad anymore over something you thought you would never get over
Healing wasn't something you can go through one sitting, one session, one shot. It is something you have to go through constantly, where you may think you are okay but in reality, you are not okay, not at all. Relapses happen, shit happens, you may feel so high and so low at the same time. You may find yourself drowning, burning, hurting, running, hiding, or retreating to your comfort zone.
As the wounds aren't the same, some are shallow, some are deep, some are indescribable. Sometimes it will hit you so hard that you will fall to your knees and your heart breaks as your mind goes almost insane. It will never be easy to be that person who goes through a tremendous amount of healing and relapses and letting go of emotional baggage.
It's the kind of process that you may find yourself wondering why it seems the healing was so slow and it makes you anxious and it hurts more than it helps. Healing isn't a straight line after all. It is more like an upward/downward spiral. It is not always "Time heals all wounds" for time doesn't hold the key.
We do. We hold the key to our healing, but it takes time, a lot of time, depending on if we are willing to heal our wounds, in all aspects of who we are.
Im happy, hurting, and healing at the same time. dont ask me how
“Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.”
— Unknown
the one problem i have with people my age and younger is that a lot of us do not have hands on hobbies. like i have spoken to so many people my age who go to work, go to school and then fuck around on their phone/computer for hours and then ???????? like no wonder ur depressed and have low confidence in urself. u need to get ur hands on something, feed those dopamine receptors! learn how to play guitar, garden, scrapbook, fucking make model trains. i don’t give a shit, MAKE SOMETHING!!
it feels better than drugs when i finish making a thing—and then show it off or gift it.
and then so people my age say to me ‘well—i can’t draw/paint/knit/etc. like you can. my stuff would be terrible.’ yeah, well duh—a part of developing skill is sucking at something and then practicing it over and over and over again until you suck less. u’ll have a hard time feeling lonely or bored when you can’t stop thinking abt a technique you want to try or something you want to make for someone else. making things has SAVED MY LIFE. it gave me a reason to keep living day after day when i wanted to die.
making things improved my generational relationships (when i worked for the newspaper i would talk to customers abt jamming recipes or cross-stitch, one of my grandmas always gives me pattern books and tell me abt when she knitted things for mom, my other grandma is giving me a wedding quilt that HER grandma gave her 50 years ago because she knows i will appreciate it). it also got me likeminded friends who also make things.
take a ceramics class! pick up water colors, bake cakes! learn to work on cars! make soap. DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T INVOLVE STARING AT A SCREEN.
“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”
— Rhian Ellis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
tangina ng mga sitwasyong wala tayong magawa.
I wanna make you soooOOOOOooo happy that you don’t even know what to do with all the happiness
Ever since I met him, the bad days weren’t so bad anymore.
At minsan sila na mismo gumagawa ng dahilan para lumayo tayo, hindi dahil ma-pride sila, kundi dahil duwag sila sa sarili nila.
I can turn my sadness into a joke, so don’t worry about me.
“Trying my best.”
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There are times that I wanted to call you. I want to tell you that I miss you. I want to tell you that I want you back. But whenever I’m ready to dial your number, my mind tells me to stop while my heart begs me to go for it. I’m really trying my best to avoid you. I don’t want to get hurt again, after all these years that I let my whole world submerged into your universe. I’m trying my best to protect my heart.
I miss you so much. Yet I’ve tried to let go.
talking to you always makes my day but i’m just wondering if you feel the same way
sa totoo lang, nakakapagod bumalik sa umpisa. magkukwentuhan, magtatawawanan, magbibigay ng impormasyon sa isa’t isa pero sa dulo? wala rin. may pumapalit sa nawawala pero nawawala rin ang pumapalit. ganun ba talaga yon? paulit-ulit na lang kasi. magtitiwala ka pero sisirain. magmamahal ka pero sasayangin. magsisimula sa simpleng “hello”, “hi”, “kumusta?” pero magtatapos rin sa salitang “paalam”. minsan nga wala na eh, naglaho na lang bigla. naiwan ka na naman sa ere at pilit mong tinatanong yung sarili mo kung bakit? paano? ano bang nagawa ko? saan ako nagkulang? maraming tanong na maski sa sarili mo eh hindi mo kayang sagutin. kaso wala eh, kahit ano pa siguro gawin mo kung iiwan ka, iiwan ka talaga. sino pa nga ba aasahan mo kundi yung sarili mo lang.
Eto yun eh hays
those late night convos you fuck up your sleep schedule for…
do you ever just not love someone the way you did yesterday,
How many times can the same thing break your heart?