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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Anxiety: 'Gotta get shit done. Gotta clean the house. Gotta look good. Gotta work out. Gotta eat right. Gotta ... gotta ... gotta ...' Depression: 'Stay in bed.' Me: 'Can't I just do bo-' Anxiety & Depression: 'NO!'
I know I'm not the only one ... but sometimes I just feel so alone.
At the end of the day ... no one really wants to be alone. And we'll fill the gaps with lies we tell ourselves, To keep us warm at night.
Long time ... no post.
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Q&A a Day: 5-Year Journal by Potter Style
“The Q&A a Day: 5-Year Journal is an incredibly motivating time capsule of secret identities, fears, thoughts and quirks, we secretly wished others asked us about.”
We will confess, owning a journal is a deeply personal experience for many of us, including yours truly. Forgive us for the excess sentimentality, but acquiring multiple journals has become an obsessive aggregation spanning from childhood. We have owned it all: expensive Italian leather bound journals, papyrus diaries, flimsy, cardboard-like notebooks, and this by far is our favorite in our collection.
Usually we begin by chronicling our experiences daily, then slowly transition to weekly recording, and then we abruptly stop writing for months. There is no doubt that commitment and time become a vital quality to maintain a diary, which is why most of us keep them stored in the back of a drawer. This is exactly what Q&A a Day: 5-Year Journal eliminates. Time, commitment, or confessional embarrassments become obsolete.
Let us explain. It is a 5 year diary, with a set of 5 groups for five different years containing 4 lines, beginning with “20__” (this is where you would fill out the year.) Each page has an allocated question ranging from random, quirky, insightful, sweet, or nostalgic topics. Some of our favorite questions are:
What’s your favorite word (right now)?
Write down a problem you solved today.
If you could travel anywhere tomorrow, where would you go?
On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you?
If you were a literary character, who would you be?
How could today have been better?
Is there anything missing in your life?
What about today, would you like to remember?
To complement the tender anecdotes of the day, its packaging supplements the unique value of retrospection and time. It resembles an ornate, vintage diary decorated with a beautiful Victorian border and bold, elegant typeface on the cover. As the most personal book we have ever written in, The Q&A a Day: 5-Year Journal is an incredibly motivating time capsule of secret identities, fears, thoughts and quirks, we secretly wished others asked us about. We are extremely excited to return to our old answers for the next five years and examine our journey. We recommend this journal for the sentimental, writers, and anybody who is struggling with a difficult phase in their life.
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Getting me one of these ...
This is for the person I once was, the person I am now, & the person I’m trying to be; This is for everyone who has ever tried to understand me There are a few things you need to know: 1. I fall in love too easily, too desperately, & much too quickly I write too many poems about unlimited possibilities 2. I have always been a little cold-blooded sometimes, you’ll have to take me out into the sun & wait for me to warm up 3. I am quite nostalgic on sentimental days, I’m prone to seek out old Polaroids & purchase expensive typewriters 4. There must be a reason why I’m overly sensitive, but I’m too delicate to search for it 5. I am homesick for places I have never been; in other words, I’m missing your breath against my skin 6. I don’t really listen to music so much as promise myself to it 7. Sometimes I wish that my bones were static so that more people would cling to me 8. One day, I want to plant rosebushes in a garden without being afraid of thorns 9. In case you were wondering, I’m an expert at fitting entire futures into just a few days & fluent in the subsequent heartache 10. I still use a thesaurus even though I know plenty of words & I think that sums me up pretty well
“An Autobiography” by leonormorrow (via wnq-writers)
This. Just ... someone understands! This is perfection. This is beauty.
Wide awake and buzzing with a million firefly thoughts, Watching them burn and flicker is better than fireworks. I can feel the warmth, starting in my fingertips, My soul igniting, until so many words crowd behind my lips. This feeling comes and goes like the faces of the moon, It'll pass shortly, but it'll shine on me again soon.
© Anna Peters. Late night poetry, in the midst of an internal fire.
Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans… If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn’t we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others? What about the world of a schizophrenic? Maybe it’s as real as our world. Maybe we cannot say that we are in touch with reality and he is not, but should instead say, His reality is so different from ours that he can’t explain his to us, and we can’t explain ours to him. The problem, then, is that if subjective worlds are experienced too differently, there occurs a breakdown in communication … and there is the real illness.
Philip K. Dick (via wordsnquotes)
I feel like it is too early in the morning for me to be reading things like this ... but this! Yes. On so many levels.
We're like the sun and moon, And it's laughable. I should just keep my distance. Because you blaze, And in turn, light me up. But I know, when we touch, I'll be burnt or lost, Lost behind your brilliance.
© Anna Peters. This is what the night does to me ...
My plan is to leave behind so many pieces of me, purposely; like so many unconscious people absently leave behind umbrellas or lose keys.
Pieces of me, to inspire, encourage and change.
This world is so beautiful, and our greed is eating it up like it's tasteless instead of incredible.
© Anna Peters This world deserves better than to be destroyed for the sake of our petty greed.
I want to change the world. But how can I change the world when I'm afraid of the sound of my own voice? How can I change the world if I can barely find the strength in me to leave the house? I'm afraid that by the time I die this life I have lead will have been meaningless. How can I be remembered when so few people know me? I feel like everything I've tried to fix myself has lead to a dead end. I feel lost.
You changed the world by sending in this message today. You changed my world by allowing me to read this. You connected with me, a stranger. Any human being who has a bit of fire in their veins, feels this exact way.
Let me tell you a little secret nobody says out loud: Help is a greater and more efficient force when we help a person at a time, instead of 20 at one go. When we help a loved one, we change their state of mind. We make them feel loved, secure and reassured. And this allows them to be better and when they’re better, they can help others be better.
If we could be ONE person’s ultimate confidant, ultimate rock, we’ve done our job as a beautiful human being. Giving part of yourself away to even ONE person you love gives the world hope. They now know at AT LEAST one person out there wants to love and fight for them.
If you can make ONE person feel special and confident that you won’t leave rain or shine, you’ve done well. We all need this one person.
You don’t need to help millions, just one. And trust me, your existence alone already has. Thank you for reminding me this very important lesson.
This is how you change the world. One person at a time.
When it comes to people, I'm afraid I'm at quite a disadvantage. Oh, but when it comes to characters, In ink and paper and glorious pictures, How I breathe them in! How they teach me, These fabrications and creations of, Other human minds I cannot possibly fathom, How they show me what should be! And I am absolutely unashamed to admit, That they move me. Their pain, hurts me. Their love, warms me. Their laughter, lights me. Their tears, burn me. Their happiness, brightens me! When it comes to people, I learn more from their creations, Than their company. But as it stands, I prefer the company of fictional characters, Over their creators, any day.
© Anna Peters. Fictional Masterpieces.
Right now is a struggle, but with struggle comes growth. With struggle comes change. And when the dust settles, and you've bested every hurdle: the future will be what you've fought to make it. Make it worthwhile. Make it worth fighting for.
© Anna Peters. You are the architect.
The path is hard, But you are strong.
Keep going.
I'll always be waiting. You should know by now, It'll never change. But what you may not know, Is that waiting is like sitting in an ocean, With open wounds.
© Anna Peters. I'll wait, even though it hurts.
She buried herself in books because it was easier to fall in love with a fictional character than it is to deal with real ones.
heroffbeatinfinity (via wordsnquotes)
Oh so true.
She wasn’t beautiful– Her hair was always messy and her smile was rather crooked. She had flowers along her ears and soil inside her brain. She had poison ivy growing across her lips and a serpents tongue. Her eyes were overgrown with weeds and her body was traced in leaves. She never made sense and I don’t think she was supposed to. She was art you see, designed to make you feel a whole lot of something rather than nothing. She wasn’t what you saw in those magazines, Because she was a living masterpiece
thatgirlslikeaghosttome (via wordsnquotes)
My goal.
If I could tell you just one thing, and have you believe me with your heart and soul, it would be this: You are not as broken as you think you are, You may be scarred and bruised, But you are beautiful and unique, And most importantly: You are strong.
You are strong.
