Desultory Mind.

When there is no one to talk to... my heart's thoughts be plastered here.

[thistleeandweeds-deactivated202]

I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.

Glennon Doyle Melton’s Lessons from the Mental Hospital Ted Talk  (via opalka)

[zdr984]

Underestimated

Have you ever been underestimated?

“to estimate at too low a value, rate, or the like.”

To be less than in the eyes of those that you consider to be meaningful in your life? To be less than your potential in a world that's already difficult to begin with. Is it true that your being is not enough, maybe to some, maybe to most, but you can only be who you are. If those that don't deem you worthy then fuck'em.

I've felt underestimated most of my life, and sometimes I still am. Yet now it feels more of a choice to stay low, to keep my head down, and to be less seen for my own sanity. To be less like Icarus, away from the sun or the spot light, to avoid getting burned and fall from grace. To survive and enjoy the heights that I've reached without crashing into an inevitable feeling of being overwhelmed.

Yet, sometimes I can't help but feel that so many things have passed me by because I was underestimated. Having to spend so much time having to prove myself, to wait until someone realizes that I was more capable than they thought I was.

[constellatedlove]

i love embraces that say “I see your pain and I’ll hold you through it.” shoulder headrests that speak “i know you’re tired, I’ll hold you up.” hand holding that says “you’re so far away but I’m here to ground you.” just all the unspoken love that consumes us in all that we do.

[greyaugustuspoetry]

Insomnia

i close my eyes

and toss and turn

trying to find the right spot

to let sleep takeover

but nothing can defeat

the pull of my mind

so I stare at the wall

and study it’s contents

waiting,nay, hoping

for rest to exist

so that i can find solace

in a day that was shit

- Grey Augustus

[funnypages]

New Mutants Motto

[zdr984]

On point.

[secret-mind]

If you need someone to talk to, message me ❤️

[mypsychology]

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[michiamocristina]

[psych-facts]

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…” “No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.” As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.” She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.” She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.

[ammaccount]

[zdr984]

I still miss you..

Occasionally. My mind fills with thoughts of you. Not as often as before but you're still in there, in some way or another. The rhythm we once had slowly fades from my mind as each passing day goes by. Memories wither like the leaves on a flower that I stare at to distract me from how I miss what we used to be. Slowly but surely you'll not be what I yearn for forever.

[psych-facts]

Don’t assume, ask. Be kind. Tell the truth. Don’t say anything you can’t stand behind fully. Have integrity. Tell people how you feel.

Warsan Shire

[thelovewhisperer]

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.

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[thelovewhisperer]

So, please, just be patient. I’m so afraid to care about someone. I know it seems like I’m this strong girl who can get through anything, but inside I’m very fragile. I’ve had so many things thrown at me, & each one has only made a crack. What I’m afraid of is shattering.

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[ohlovequotes]

I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.

(via psych-facts)

[ohlovequotes]

I told you. You don’t love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.

L.J. Smith (via ohlovequotes)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Loneliness is not being alone; it is loving others to no avail.

John Berendt (via psych-facts)

[bled]