[ID: excerpt from The Selected Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke.
‘I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.’]

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[ID: excerpt from The Selected Poems by Rainer Maria Rilke.
‘I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.’]
january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening
Surround yourself with people who love you 🐰✨
you’re not too sensitive. you’re not overreacting. if it hurts you, it hurts you
why i am so bone achingly tired
When I got sick, I thought my body was speaking my own mess and that it was my problem to deal with.
For some time I thought I could survive by disciplining my mind and body.
As I suffered, I thought, obscurely, it was my fault—as sometimes it was, due to wine, and chocolate, and cocaine or sex.
I half-believed my sick body was a failed language, a private thrift gone wrong.
I was failing, and my body was showing me so.
— Meghan O'Rourke, from “Unnatural Essay,” Sun in Days
you need to start believing that nothing is too good for you
i am sick and tired of being sick and tired
The whole "You might have a genetic disease" and the "Oh you might have Lupus" thing is getting old.
Jenny Slate, On Love, Loneliness, & Giant Dogs
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