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Il y a eu les trois semaines noires
- et puis, plus tard, l’homme qui respire. Et l’homme qui respire a dit : pourquoi fais-tu semblant de n’être pas triste quand tu l’es ? Et l’homme qui respire a dit : respire. Il a dit : chaque émotion a sa place. Sois heureuse quand tu ressens du bonheur. Sois triste quand tu as de la tristesse. Sois mélancolique si tu dois l’être. Sois soucieuse; démotivée; stressée; angoissée; anxieuse. L’homme qui respire a dit : ouvre-toi à tes émotions lorsqu’elles frappent à la porte. Ressens les au moment où elles sont présentes car alors tu dois ressentir. Et puis l’homme qui respire a dit : respire. Ne te sens pas coupable de ne pas être heureuse lorsque tu es triste; sois triste, puis quand tu auras fini ta tristesse sois heureuse. Ne procrastine pas dans tes émotions, les émotions pourrissent. Et puis l’homme qui respire a dit : sois douce avec toi-même. Tu apprends à vivre et bien souvent toute une vie n’y suffit pas - sois douce avec toi. Prends toi par la main quand tu désespères plutôt que de te fustiger et de te forcer à reprendre au plus vite ce que tu as manqué. Prends toi par la main et dis-toi que chaque émotion est là le temps qu’il faudra; le temps écoulé, elle partira. L’homme qui respire a dit : respire. Sois triste quand tu es triste. Ne sois pas coupable d’être triste. Ne sois pas honteuse d’être triste. Ne sois pas fâchée. Ne sois pas triste d’être triste. Quand tu es triste, sois simplement triste. Et alors l’homme qui respire a dit : respire.
Depuis, quand la tristesse arrive je lui fais une place dans les bras de mon coeur; je la chouchoute, je la câline car alors il es temps de ressentir la tristesse. Quand je ressens de la colère, j’accueille la colère; je l’embrasse et je la dorlote, car c’est le temps de la colère.
Depuis que j’ai repris la respiration, elles s’attardent beaucoup moins, ces émotions que je jugeais négatives et qui jouaient aux passagères clandestines dans mes beaux jours. J’apprends à ne plus avoir honte de ressentir. J’apprends à me laisser vivre. Parce que l’homme qui respire est arrivé dans ma vie et il m’a dit : tu ne vis qu’un seul instant présent. Le passé n’existe plus et le futur n’existe pas. Tu ne vis qu’un seul instant présent, pourquoi le passer à culpabiliser ce que de toute manière tu ressens déjà ? Il a dit : respire. Il a dit : laisse toi vivre.
Thank you @cloud-hoper
There were three dark weeks-
And then, later, the breather. And the breather said, “Why do you pretend not to be sad when you are?” And the breather said, “Breathe.” He said, “Every emotion has its place. Be happy when you are happy. Be sad when you are sad. Be melancholy if you must. Be concerned; depressed; stressed; anguished; anxious. The breather said, “Open to your emotions when they knock at the door. Feel them the moment they are present because then is when you must feel.” And then the breather said, “Breathe”. “Do not feel guilty for not being happy when you are sad; Be sad, then, when you have finished your sadness, be happy. Do not linger in your emotions, emotions rot.” And then the breather said, “Be gentle with yourself. You learn to live and often a whole life is not enough - be kind to yourself. Hold your hand when you despair rather than shoot yourself and bring yourself back as soon as you are lost. Take hold of your hand and say that every emotion is there for the time it takes; In time, it will leave.” The breather said, “Breathe. Be sad when you feel sad. Do not be guilty for being sad. Do not be ashamed of being sad. Do not be angry. Do not be sad to be sad. When you are sad, just be sad.” And then the breather said, “Breathe”. Since then, when the sadness arrives, I give it a place in the arms of my heart; I pamper it, I cuddle it because then it is time to feel the sadness. When I feel anger, I receive anger; I embrace her and I pamper her, for it is the time of anger. Ever since I resumed breathing, my emotions have lingered much less. Those emotions that I considered negative and which played the hidden stowaways in my beautiful days. I learn not to be ashamed of feeling. I learn to let myself live. Because the breather has arrived in my life and said to me, “You live only in the present.. The past no longer exists and the future does not yet exist. In this moment, how can you feel other than how you feel?” He said,”Breathe.” He said, “Let yourself live.”
“This is one thing I don’t understand about homophobia. Why would two people in love, when love is one thing, and they feel it, how is that offensive? Like, there is so much hate in the world. Why would people being in love ever be insulting to someone? I don’t understand!”
By all means, try to break my heart. Nothing’s gonna fucking happen because I don’t have any emotion to begin with. But if you hurt my pride and intelligence that I hold so fucking dearly, that’s it. You’re done. So fucking done. My ultimate turn-off.
Home
As much as we try to get away from home, we’re bound to coming back to it whenever life is shitting on us all over the place, because it’s the only “safe” place that we—at least subconsciously—know for sure we can find people who genuinely care, and we know these people that we call families are never gonna turn their backs on us.
Yeah, I miss home. I miss the sense of security that it gives in general.
Your friend is sinking.
And it’s not just a friend.
That friend has a name.
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Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under? Screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you 'Cause there's a spark in you?
Skipping the dramas.
I always say and live by this: Be the bigger person.
Most people might not give a fuck, that’s true. But when I do good, it’s so that I can feel good about myself. And I know for sure I’ll have that as a reminder that I’m a decent human being. Like Penns has said, “I forgive you for me”; I help you for me; I’m kind to you for me; I love you for me. This really ain’t about you or others. It’s about me, I’m doing it all for me. Don’t you think that the world would be a better place if we can all skip the you-don’t-deserve-my-kindness bullshit dramas and stop feeling angry? That’s why when you do good, you have to make it about you. It’s important not to feel like the whole world owes us for what we’ve contributed. Because the truth is, people are dicks sometimes, people only see what they want to see, but it’s fine, kay? Let them be the dicks, you be the bigger person and you just focus on the good you’re doing and, most importantly, feel proud. You don’t need others to tell you how great you’ve been because most of the time they don’t even know. But deep down, you know it and you’re proud, and that is more than enough.
Have you ever been in a situation or place where your brain subconsciously keeps asking "Why am I here?" and you have this strong urge to switch off your brain 'cause you feel so damn out of place? The solution to this is to get the fuck out of that place, even if it’s a country, asap. You don’t belong there, clearly. You belong to somewhere else so much better and awesome because you deserve better. But to actually make that happen, it’s all on you and your willpower. You want something? Go get it. You don’t sit and wait for things around you to get better.
I’ve done all this, it works, I’m in a better place now. So, you can do it too.
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