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To heal, you must learn to be alone.
b.p, writing prompt #32: write about healing (via alien-cemetery)
The funny thing about four leaf clovers is that they are actually a deformation or three leaf clovers. Yet, they are said to bring us luck. And let's face it, when you stop by a field of clovers, you're hunting for that four leaf. But, in ourselves we hate our deformations; The things that make us different. Remember that what makes us different, makes us lucky and always remember to hold those parts of you close to your heart.🍀 (at Cordova Bay)
☯️ (at Fisherman's Wharf Victoria - Official)
Always dancing. 📷@airynofthemountain #explorebc (at Goldstream Provincial Park)
If you choose to read the news, all you will ever find is disaster and fear. If you choose to read yourself you will find much more.
Sitting on top of the world. (at Lone Tree Hill)
Why the Mosquito made me feel better...
So sometimes when you listen to the most simple signs the universe has to offer, it can tell you exactly what you need to hear. Saying goodbye to this summer, for myself especially, is always the worst part of my year. I hate it. I hate saying goodbye to the sunshine, the travel, the friends and the memories. I hate accepting that it's over. And clearly there is real emotion there, because I just used the word 'hate' like a BILLION times and I hardly use that word in the first place. NEwayyss.. I was told once that when you are feeling true emotion you should look at the signs around you in the moment, for answers. So just a minute ago I was having a moment and it was a real bummer. Just a big bowl of heartbroken, sad, confused, soup. Clearly not something one would want to consume at any given time. So I'm drinking my soup, and this friggin' mosquito flies right in my ear. And I'm sitting in my bed too with not much clothing on, so I'm in a vulnerable position and I'm feeling a little violated. So okay, I decide that because this mosquito hit my head in the peak of my soup drinking I should look up the symbolic meaning of what the mosquito means. Thinking of course: it'll probably be the only living thing that you could possibly find the meaning for, which will mean something like death- or you know, general blood sucking stuff. BUT NO, here is what I found… {Getting insight into symbolic mosquito meaning requires us to observe the creature objectively, and from an integrated standpoint. What do I mean by integrated? Well, it's about looking at life and its cycles from a broad, "big picture" perspective. It means recognizing the deeper continuum of life, even if aspects of life's progress includes some discomfort.} AND THEN… This quote… "Find love, beneath the pain." -Rumi Thanks, you blood sucking piece of shit. I totally feel kind of bad about killing you now.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via quoted-books)
Christy and I had an UNREAL show last night. It was our incredible audience that truly made the show what it was. So thank you thank you thank you, friends, family, friends of friends and randoms who strolled in taking a chance on us. "Normal can never be amazing" #wpgfringe whose ready to get weird?
A letter from a 5'2" Girl.
Hello People, So, you're small. Your a small nugget in a million dollar McDonalds co-operation. You are an ant trying survive the chaos of a busy sidewalk. You are a tiny arm hair on your hairiest Uncle's arm. You get the idea, you're small. This universe is huge. Like having sex with your crush of 2 years huge. Sorry, I'll stop with the examples… To sum up: You're small, the universe is huge. But here's the thing. You may be small, but what you affect is giant. It's a bummer that most people don't feel how important these affects are. Because, they are trapped inside a cubical, 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, in -40 weather, 8 months out of the year. (Holla #Winnipeg). So everything seems pointless. Now here's a secret. You ready for it? You sure? Okay… You are big. Like so big. Like that tall tower in Dubais big. But bigger. You are capable of so experiencing so much beauty and changing peoples lives everyday, and you don't even realize it. Everything matters. Yes, even that really bad cheeseburger you had yesterday. You're going to poop weird today, and it's going to interrupt a few good minutes from your day. Everything happens for a reason. Don't let this freak you out. Seriously, chill out Man. You're good. I've had experiences that have made me feel like a shrivelled raisin. And I've had experiences that have made me feel like a super hero. Like I can do anything. Hang on to those moments. Remember them when you're feeling small. Because you Sir or Ma'm or gender queer Person... are amazing. YOU can do anything. Remember that memories never die and there is always tomorrow. Keep killin' it Tumblr, Syd
We're All in This Together
I've been reading some posts on tumblr today, and I've noticed a very common phrase that's been used in several of the lgbtq posts: "coming out." When I told my mom that I was dating a lady she was startled not because I was queer but because I never "came out" to her. Don't get me wrong, I am very thankful that she was accepting of me regardless. However, why must I give her a warning? Why must I sit her down with a glass of wine, an Advil and some kleenex and tell her the BIG NEWS? My sister once said, "Mommy I have a crush on a boy." She replied with, "Oh! Sweetie! What's his name?!" Where's the kleenex? Where's the Advil? Where the heck is the glass of wine? Nowhere. You know why? Because it was assumed. From birth my sister and I were given this title: Female. Heterosexual. Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. That's cute isn't it? Its wrong, but its cute. Those are labels. When a child is born it is a miraculous human being. Not a baby GIRL or a baby BOY. It's just a little person. Parents just want the best for their child. So what ends up happening is they decide just what it is they want for them, instead of letting the child grow up and decide for themselves. This is tragic. Because, it comes from a place of love. But when the child grows up and wants something different- this love that was originally there turns into this confused energy. This energy doesn't know where to send the love anymore. It continues to be there but it doesn't allow the child to see it anymore. This results in the child feeling unsupported, unloved and alone. I think the hardest part of having a friend or a child do something that you weren't expecting is having to watch them become someone you feel like you don't know. So get to know the people around you. Notice when your daughter squirms when your boyfriend asks her if she has a special dude in her life. Notice when your son starts skipping school. Notice when your friend starts taking an interest in weapons of mass destruction... Whatever! The signs are in front of you. Don't ignore them. Everyone has a reason for doing what they do. What is that reason? Be sensitive to the people around you. Keep loving and just being there for them. Remember guys, were all in this together. Peace Guys, Syd
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That lady holding her face... And that dude shining the peace sign... Those are my parents