I owe it to myself to be consistent.
I owe it to myself to be disciplined.
I owe it to myself to stay focused.
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@speaking-my-language
I owe it to myself to be consistent.
I owe it to myself to be disciplined.
I owe it to myself to stay focused.
the cure to self-sabotage is to anchor yourself to the universal truth that you are worth it. you are worth the effort. you are worth the difficulty, you are worth the time, you are worth the consideration. there is never a point in your life, in time itself, that you are not worth it. return to this truth when you feel yourself slipping. do not let it go.
You expect me to love you as intensely as I loved sad boys when I was fourteen: as if your existence is a meaning-giving life form that I need, when in reality, that idea has planted itself as a parasite in my head paralyzing me into submitting to all things YOU until I have no time left for me and my own dreams. You don’t get it that if I fall in love I will FORGET what I want. I will lose sight of what is important. Because I’m young and confused and my ideas for my future are flighty, easily built and destroyed. frequently changed. I’m okay with them changing, I just don’t want them to be shaped… to be influenced… by anyone other than me and my choices. For now.
“It’s okay to change your yes to a no. Yeses aren’t permanent. They’re something we choose again and again, each and every day. Something we have the right to recall and reconsider as soon as saying yes no longer feels conducive to our wellbeing and happiness. It doesn’t matter whether you said yes to a job, a date, a relationship, sex, a favor to a friend, a social endeavor, or a vow of silence — you don’t ever have to commit to something that forces you to compromise who you are and what feels right; especially if it’s something you agreed to under pressure, intimidation, or force. Changing your yes to a no might make people angry. It might hurt their feelings, cause them to see you as a flake, and result in lost connections. But if saying no means staying true to yourself, honoring your feelings, and making self-care a priority, it’s worth it. You are worth it. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”
— Daniell Koepke
“Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you, and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.”
— Unknown
liminal spacetime: the creative prompt for august at the orangery literary society. 🌾
the blood of dusk looks just like water by @sealavender / keyvan hami (ig: @chelipagram) / god is a liminal space by @linkedsoul / edward hopper, house at dusk / don't forget me, the way i did by @mothprincess / @geof on deviantart / the un-chase by @bies-from-wildland / ben mcloughlin, a russian tabloid newspaper... / haiku by @violetboueux / x / spidersong by ieva dapkevicius (@feytouched)
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it’s morning but i still feel it
“Al mundo le falta llorar para desahogarse. Quizás por eso lloro tanto, por aquellos que no pueden ni saben llorar.”
— Esu Emmanuel© , The world needs to cry to let off steam. Maybe that’s why I cry so much, for those who can’t and don’t know how to cry. (via esuemmanuel)
Sue Zhao
potential ticks within me, or so I’m told. i’m going so many places. or so I’m told. i will change the world. or so I’m told.
the confidence of the world is such a burden when I don’t know what I want. when fancies like flowers catch my whim for a while then wilt beneath my fingers.
there, a fairy! there, a nymph! maybe the pixies are gone, but there’s a lovely little shop and a cup of tea waiting for me, but no one ever changed the world from an armchair.
there! I see a bakery waiting for me, but a loaf of bread never solved String Theory.
oh look, a pen! it’s waiting for me, but fairy tales don’t feed nations.
high expectations are high praise // or so I’m told –r.a.b.
Y yo que decía que estaba cansado de escribir, no imaginé que ibas a caer sobre mí como cristalinos besos de primavera... Te amo, Soledad... Te amo... Agradecido está mi corazón y entregada está mi mano al toque de tu lira y al encanto de tu tacto.
— Esu Emmanuel©, And I said that I was tired of writing, I didn't imagine that you were going to fall on me like crystalline spring kisses... I love you, Soledad... I love you... My heart is grateful and my hand is given to the touch of your lyre and the charm of your touch.
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