“I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.”—The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)
“Also, because I enjoyed being on my own so much, I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean, and with nature.”—Bjork (via virginred)
“Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal. Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep travelling honestly along life’s path.”—Street Smarts: A Learning Process: 11 Things to Know at 25(ish)
“It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.”—Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via quoted-books)
Living with anxiety isn’t just about getting through the day.
It isn’t about suppressing the endless fears and questions racing through your mind, or numbing the ache of a heart with a beat too rapid.
It is a process of knowing oneself. It is, most of the time, a painfully slow process of feeling. My experience with anxiety (as well as depression) is one of dissonance, of reaching out to pull the familiar version of yourself back into your body, because the pain of rebirth is too steep.
It is debilitating at times, if I am to be honest.
For so long, I have felt strange in my own skin. Too aware of the body I live in, too conscious of the gaze that falls on to it.
For so long, my thoughts have struck me harshly. They set my nerves on fire. “Perhaps,” I would think, “it might be better to feel this than to not feel at all?”
Lately, things have been a bit different. Though this path is not an upward slope. This pain I live with is rooted so deep, perhaps I will never be rid of it.
That is not my goal. My goal is to hear the screaming of my body, to give my thoughts a place to roam, to give the brutal energy that resonates in this fragile body,
“You are never stuck, unless you are choosing to stay there. You are never limited, unless you choose to limit yourself. You are never less than, unless you choose to see yourself this way. You will never fail, unless you choose failure as an option. You are powerful beyond belief!”—Jennifer O’Neill (The Pursuit of Happiness)
do not fall in love with people like me. i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.