[saintbeetle]

notes from today’s performance studies lecture on phenomenology.

[soyfae]

concept: me, sinking into the soft cloud of my bed, strands of my hair splay messily on the pillow. warm afternoon sunlight draws strange shadows in my room, the sky a mellow, abstract painting of pastel pink and yellow. i let the window open and close my eyes as the wind’s cold breath caresses my cheek, a cozy breeze across the room like a first kiss. i listen to the familiar lyrics of my favourite band on buzzy low volume, like tiny bees in my ears. i let this comfort and calmness take me away. i feel at ease.

[mamas-still-doing-it-all]

It’s so frustrating when I feel like death but my labs look good.

(via mamas-still-doing-it-all)

[disabilityhealth]

Sometimes it seems like chronic illness has made me feel everything more intensely. Little things like a cup of warm tea or just seeing a dog on the street can brighten my day considerably, but disappointments can have a bigger impact than they ever used to, too.

I guess that’s what happens when you’re trying so hard to cling to the positive aspects of life while being so vulnerable and ill.

[disabilityhealth]

You deserve to love someone who helps you love yourself.

Reminder for bad days (via disabilityhealth)

[purplebuddhaproject]

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.

Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)

[purplebuddhaproject]

Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.

Ayn Rand (via purplebuddhaproject)

[purplebuddhaproject]

In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?

Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)

[themellowfellow]

me, jumping from one emotional extreme to another: parkour

[infp-quotes]

As an INFP I have a strong gut but my optimism tends to cover it. Like even when I see someone I think I can’t click with I will tell myself, ‘Hey maybe they are nice, let’s give them a chance.’ BUT, after being friends with them, things turn out the way I originally expected. I also hate myself for being optimistic about situations. There’s some tension in my group and my optimism tried to save it but it turns out I’m right, it won’t work. So many times I gave people hope… even myself. So I stop.

Submitted by anonymous (via infp-quotes)

[meditationsinwonderland]

We can let the circumstances of our lives harden us so that we become increasingly resentful and afraid, or we can let them soften us and make us kinder and more open to what scare us. We always have this choice.

Pema Chodron (via northernmade)

[superphazed]

[chronic-confessions]

Confession #535

This past year I made some of the best friends I’ve ever had, but with my disease messing up my emotions I’ve pushed them all away. I want to reach out and apologize, but every time I try I make it worse. The worst part about my illness is what it’s turned me into. I used to be so fun to be around and now I’m such a horrible friend. I’ll never be the same. And that’s worse part about being chronically ill- losing yourself and not being able to help it.

[theohwonder]

landslide - oh wonder

[youngchronicpain]

“but how sick are you, really?”

[driflloon]

[deactivated-blog]

“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grown-ups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn’t understand a thing about what they were doing. And when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not-understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.” — Rainer Maria Rilke