"You know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon everything’s different."- Bill Watterson
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Love yourself enough to set boundaries. Your time and energy are precious.
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Do you know that I’m quietly playing Alabama Shakes in bed tonight? Does it mean anything to you? I’m okay, I have done so much for myself, yet I still wish you well. I still anticipate your reaching out to me. I still wish I could know you. So does it mean anything to you that I’m in bed tonight listening to Sound and Color and wondering how you are doing halfway across the globe?
"Not to be dramatic but sometimes (mostly all the time) I just want to listen to the music that pulls at my heart. And read the books that shake me. And I want to stare at things and people that inspire me. I want to smell things that which brings me closer to the beauty of being alive. And I want to be surrounded by people who feel and want the same. Is this too desperate? Is this unrealistic? I’m hungry for passion and depth and whatever is going to stimulate my mind and emotions the very most. This is the life I want to live. It’s the life I need to live"
"If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for."- Thomas Merton
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"Our real journey in life is interior: it is a matter of growth, deepening, and of an ever greater surrender to the creative action of love and grace in our hearts."- Thomas Merton (via quietlotus)
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"I would argue that nothing gives life more purpose than the realization that every moment of consciousness is a precious and fragile gift."- Steven Pinker
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“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
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Excerpt from Kató Lomb’s “Polyglot: How I Learn Languages”
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“But have you said this to yourself? “I forgive you for everything.””
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“Appreciate everything. Appreciate every small moment, every little thing. Appreciate the way your mother’s embrace makes you feel safe and the way her smile is so pure. Appreciate the way the sun rises every morning and the way the stars light up the entire sky at night. Appreciate the smell of coffee and the sound of rain and how it feels to flip through the pages of your favorite book. Appreciate the way summer breeze caresses your skin so gently as if it’s afraid of breaking you. Appreciate the way strangers walk down the street, each of them lost in their own little worlds. Appreciate the way kids smile when you make eye contact with them or the way they shyly look away. Appreciate the way people talk with so much confidence or the way they stumble upon their own words. Appreciate the dimmed lighting of the street when it’s 3 am and the way silence can be so soothing. Appreciate the way your friends laugh and the way they make you feel lighter when you’re sad. Appreciate them when they’re full of life and dancing around to their favorite songs and the way they curl up on their beds and cry their hearts out and allow you to be there for them. Appreciate the people you love in all their moments, appreciate the way the sunlight hits their eyes and the way they talk about the things they like. Appreciate those summer nights when you’re out with your friends and your soul feels like it’s dancing and those winter night when you’re under your covers and your heart feels safe. Appreciate every moment, every second and every little thing. Appreciate life.”— @atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj
(Source: wnq-writers, via eruditeminds)
To know someone. Really know them. Know their neck lines and hair texture and how each strand falls after a fresh cut. To know how they’re feeling just by seeing dullness come and go in their eyes.
To know their dimple and cheeks, their frustratedly pursed lips. I’ve known you a million lives ahead, I could pinpoint you if needed. There is no one like you and no one I know like you and finding someone like you would just be choosing you all over. That’s the problem with knowing people, really knowing them. You can’t unlearn what you gain from their being. And you can’t exchange it. It’s just them all along.