Beautiful Disaster

Aynn J. I'll be my own reflection.

[joyeveryday]

“Even if I’m setting myself up for failure, I think it’s worth trying to be a mother who delights in who her children are, in their knock-knock jokes and earnest questions. A mother who spends less time obseessing about what will happen, or what has happened, and more time reveling in what is. A mother who doesn’t fret over failings and slights, who realizes her worries and anxieties are just thoughts, the continuous chattering and judgement of a too busy mind. A mother who doesn’t worry so much about being bad or good but just recognizes that she’s both, and neither. A mother who does her best, and for whom that is good enough, even if, in the end, her best turns out to be, simply, not bad.”

— Ayelet Waldman

[taurusmo0n-blog]

One of my favorite parts of being a mother is when my child falls asleep in my arms💛

[candices-swanepoel-blog]

““When my son looks at me and gives me this massive smile, that is when I feel beautiful, empowered … and, most important, loved.”

— Candice Swanepoel for Vogue

[eternal-echoes]

“Fill your children with good thoughts before they go to bed, ask them about their favorite part of the day, praise them for a good deed, pray with them, and tell them they’re the best gift God ever gave you, they’ll fall asleep feeling ten feet tall.”

—

David Young

[blackpenwritings]

“Motherhood is such a beautiful part of a woman’s life and I’m so happy you chose to embrace it. It’s 9 months of a person growing inside of you. 9 months of all those chemical, hormonal changes in your body and stretch marks spreading across your skin like maps to places you forget to love, bringing out all the softness you buried under your chest when the world got too rough. 9 months of every side of you that’s still learning how to heal. None of it all matters when that tiny bundle is cradled in your arms, struggling to keep her eyes open. I hope you’re not too rough pushing her out of the nest and teaching her how to fly. I know you’re scared for her future and for your own, but there’s nothing wrong with taking a little more time in learning how to get back on your feet and walk again. I hope you teach your child to be brave enough to fall over and over again because you’ll always be there to pull her back up so that the pitter-patter of her footsteps and the melody of her giggles resonate through your house, which has forgotten it was ever quiet. I hope you teach her to get trapped in the web of her own head and fall in love with the things that save her. I hope you teach her to be loving and caring, to know the difference between fairytales and snares, to stumble on rocks and bleed but to never stop craving the smell of fresh mud after the rain under her feet. I hope you teach her to believe in the marvel of her curious wide eyes and scraped knees, because even when you catch a butterfly and she sheds her colours on your palms, she doesn’t stop escaping and fluttering her wings. I hope you teach her how important it is to follow your own heart because you never want her to grow old and realise that in her pursuit for stability, she forgot how to be happy. But most of all, I hope you teach her to be kind. To learn to love the fuzzy feeling of warmth spreading across her chest and her palms every time a wide smile stretches itself across someone’s face because she’d rather buy them food than save all her paychecks for jewellery she’d never use. To teach her to be happy with being called crazy every time she’s grinning and excitedly talking about how she rescued a mangled puppy off the streets to give it a home. To teach her how the world runs on these random acts of kindness but everyone is so deeply immersed in their own troubles that they forget how important it is to smile. Last of all, I hope you teach her to say, “I love you” and never not mean it.”

— Tamarind Fall; Writing prompt: To the friend who is pregnant and about to give birth.

[inner-sunshine]

🌱

[amortizing]

“Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.”

— Patrick Rothfuss (via amortizing)

[veryfunnymemes]

[morebouncethananounce]

A must.

[beardgame-loves-yall-deactivate]

Welp

[body-on-autopilot]

[poeticmonologue]

“It’s funny how empty hearts feel the heaviest”

— Z.P.K.

[teacup13-deactivated20200319]

“maybe breathing is the only thing you can do right now. maybe your success is just surviving the day. it’s ok. you don’t need to compare your journey to others. it’s ok. it’s ok to just breathe.”

— Just so you know

[rm-drake-lines]

[exploraity]

weathering

I wish I could write In the ways I once could. With the flash of a feeling That burned where I stood. I wish I felt mountains And cavernous tones, But nothing remains here. Just echoes and stone.

[br-o-ken-poetry]

“Am I empty, or is everything else? I can’t fill myself up if there’s nothing to fill myself up with. The world gives me nothing, and I have nothing to give back.”

— broken thoughts

[rai-r]

[aidashakur]

As bad as you wanna address it, some things are better left unsaid. Some things aren’t worth the energy tbh. Learn to pick your battles.

[poemswords]

“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will.”

— John Green, Paper Towns (via books-n-quotes)

Book Recommendation: No One Ever Asked by Katie Ganshert