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im still pissed off that birds get to spend their days flying about and cats get to sleep for 16 hours a day and im stuck dealing with capitalism and expectations
it feels so good to be kind. it’s the warm feeling you get when you tell someone that they look nice today, or that they did a good job, or that their voice sounds lovely, or that the cookies they baked were delicious, or how you always laugh at their jokes. it’s the warm feeling you get when they respond bashfully, or surprised, with that small smile and a thankfulness that shines in their eyes. it feels so good when someone is kind to you. when it feels like the effort you put into yourself is seen and acknowledged and appreciated. it feels so good when you’re able to make someone feel that wonderful. we should always try and encourage each other.
I hope you all find someone who never stops wanting to get to know you
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
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I hope you find someone who doesn’t make you sad at night and someone who reminds you how much they love you every day and who laughs at your jokes and wants to listen to your music and who genuinely what’s to be with you and doesn’t make you second guess their love for you. I really hope you find that. Because you deserve that.
May 4th, 2015 - don’t settle for less
7 months later I can hardly still follow my own advice
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What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.” —Unknown
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no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice
sometimes I get worried thinking about the sun turning into a black hole disaster but then I remember she been keeping us warm 4 so long she must be so tired and I’m being selfish. I’ll support her even in her supernova phase.It’s chill
What do you do when you feel so inexplicably lonely? I am not alone, as in, I know there are people who care, but I feel as though there's no one I connect with. It's been that way my whole life, except for one long-term relationship which ultimately fell through. I feel so alone in this world. It's like I am living in my own little galaxy that sometimes overlaps with other galaxies.
I think my only advice would be to really know and grasp fully that you’re not alone in feeling this way. That might not sound encouraging but what pulls us farther and farther into our little universes is the belief that we’re too far removed to be loved; too abnormal. When you recognize that almost everyone else feels stuck in their on little universe it 1) takes the obsessive awareness and analyzation of your own experiences away and puts them into a larger perspective 2) allows you to push through the barrier you’ve created because you feel as if you don’t belong.
You’re the farthest thing from alone.
It occurred to me that I needed different things from people my own age. I enjoyed the quiet things that often got mistaken for mundane or boring. Peace, rainy days, bookstores. I always felt like there was so much to see and so much to feel in simple places.
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I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation of the little things, my vivid inner life, my keen awareness to others pain and my passion for it all.
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There’s actually no such thing as an adult. That word is a placeholder. We never grow up. We’re not supposed to. We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger. We live through great storms. We get soaked to the bone. We realize we’re waterproof. We strive for calm. We discover what makes us feel good. We do those things over and over. We learn what doesn’t feel good. We avoid those things at all cost. Sometimes we come together: huge groups in agreement. Sometimes we clap and dance. Sometimes we look like a migration of birds. We need to remind ourselves—each other—that we’re mere breaths. But, and this is important, sometimes we can be magnificent, to one person, even for a short time, like the perfect touch—the first time you see the ocean from the middle. Like every time you see the low, full moon. We keep on eating: chewing, pretending we know what’s going on. The secret is that we don’t. We don’t, and don’t, and don’t. Each day we’re infants: plucking flower petals, full of wonder.
Micah Ling, from “Bon Iver: Holocene,” published in Hobart (via wordsthat-speak)