August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.“
-Sylvia Plath
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.“
-Sylvia Plath
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
Stay away from places where you do not feel valued. This could be in relationships, friendships, jobs, family members, etc;. It’s a simple way to show how valuable you are. Your energy and attention should not be given freely.
The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.“ — F. Scott Fitzgerald.
“This is why people touch. Sometimes words are just not enough.”— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
“You make mistakes. Mistakes don’t make you.”— Maxwell Maltz
Affirmations
I am no longer sad. I am no longer beholden to my temptations. I am healthy in mind body and spirit. I am free. I am beautiful. I am happy. I am real, and true to myself. I know. I see. I feel. I am aware. I am capable. I am living and breathing and loving. I am One with All. I am unabashedly myself. I am ever becoming more pure and radiant. I have always been full of light and life. We are all together.
We are what we repeatedly do,
Our habits define our world,
Therefore,
Create actions they nourish you,
And let brilliance follow.
To self:
Look out of your eyes, not into your head. You’ll lose your mind in there.
I love when things are written for me
We may not be on the same page
But we’re in the same book
It’s beautiful to live life with lively characters
Whose depth can fill the void on an empty page
And turn that cage into magic to be woven from our inspiration
We spend a lot of time trying to escape our lives
But that’s just it
We keep on living even if we go about our days chasing a fate we’re not keeping up with
We can drink away our memories
Or spend an age online, invested in the drivel of another vapid daydream
Or we can live our lives in the making
Sometimes we live between pages
Between lines of words unwritten
And I find myself getting sick when I see my packs of people in different stories intersecting mine
Like ravenous wolves, starving for a piece of meat
While I want only to exchange a few words from my story
With another person in the same book
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us”— Helen Keller