SARA

땅에서 솟았나, 하늘에서 떨어졌나?

[stardustemotions-deactivated202]

One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

[cinnamonsugarnspice]

My life improved so much when I started forcing myself to do things: forcing myself to exercise, to cook from scratch; forcing myself to go to the movies or to museums alone, to wear that really cute outfit just to run errands; forcing myself to read a book, to strike up a conversation with a stranger, to ask for a raise.

Once you begin forcing yourself to do the things that you had been too scared or too lazy to do, you feel a sense of accomplishment that gives you momentum to do even more. It gets easier to get out of your comfort zone & to do hard things.

[angelicdewdrop]

[mortalityplays]

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

[undinesea]

I am waiting for you You have to come soon My door is open for you Come in Come like a gust of summer wind or Like a shower of autumn rain.

Risalet Merdan, "I Am Waiting For You," from Uyghur Poems

[lustcannibalism]

ok I endured it. now what!!!!!!!!!

[undinesea]

So bitter is life, when you live it, but still that it is a beautiful thing, that it is a palm filled with sweets, Landscape after a rain, Longing for happiness, that it is the sun, which is bleeding like a wounded deer, philosophers' stone well of joy,

Jaroslav Seifert, “December 1920,” from The Early Poetry of Jaroslav Seifert

[undinesea]

Shall I tell you about my spirit, full of anguish, Or the hardships that I have endured during exile? Have you the courage to stay when my soul sinks into sorrow, Or shall we talk of you, not speaking of my despair?

Muhammad Babur, "Poems of Babur," from Uyghur Poems

[pommegf]

Lower Boscaswell, Cornwall.

[heartshop]

“My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.”

— Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diaries of Anais Nin 1939-47

[04k96]

[petaltexturedskies]

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often. Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” And they call again, “It's simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”

Mary Oliver, “When I am Among The Trees” from Thirst: Poems

[maureen2musings]

Yellowstone

emilie.hofferber

[perriaeyjeve]

[seraphinaaa]

Craving stargazing on a warm summer night

[werenotreallystrangers]

the longer you avoid it the louder it gets

[rarestsparkle]

Life responds to the energy you lead with. If you show up like you belong at the table, the room rearranges itself. Be the person who believes they’re worth the miracle.