Start identifying the abundance that exists around you — the ocean filled with water, our earth with enough oxygen for us all, the beautiful trees filled with leaves, natures magnificence and beauty.
One thing I love about older friends is they don't obsess over your goals. They ask if you're taking care of yourself, if you're happy, and if you're making time for the things that bring you joy.
I’ve been experiencing an intense longing for a soul I share a reciprocated connection with. I don’t know who, or where, or when. I just have this knowing that it exists and we’re supposed to intersect. I don’t know what to do with this feeling.
Feeling such a juxtaposition of these intense ass sensations is almost too much to handle but it’s okay because I’m more than capable, even though I feel like I don’t know wtf I’m doing. I just be doing shit fr.
My brain is really something because how do I feel like I’m crazy and problematic, life is dragging tf out of me while simultaneously believing everything is falling exactly into place as it should and life is beautiful and magnificent ??
Going out and experiencing life is really the best medicine for improving your art, your writing, and restoring your passion. Creativity isn't fueled by staring at a screen or endlessly consuming other people's ideas. It's fueled by living.
Feeling like you’re not as important to someone as they are to you is very much a shitty experience. My brain wants to abruptly pull away to protect myself. I know that’s probably not the most mature/healthy way to deal with this.
Scenario:
I voice a discomfort to someone. They say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I hear you. I’ll do better,” but the issue doesn’t seem to improve.
How many times is unreasonable to bring attention to the matter? At what point do I stop trying?
I’ve really been trying to downplay to myself just how much this hurts my feelings. But I feel drained. Can’t keep bringing it up because I’m starting to feel like a nag. And that makes me feel worse
Of course, how someone handles information is completely out of my control and not my business to manage. Still, I don’t think I’m prepared to broach those possibilities
Sometimes I briefly consider sharing my shadows with the people close to me, if only to provide them understanding when I respond a certain way in a situation.
the feminine urge to have my very own garden of eden surrounded by thick trees and vines so i can sunbathe naked, dance under the moon naked, and play with fawns naked