I wrote a pep talk recently to myself on a bar napkin: no matter which road you take, it will be both glorious and unbearable. Every road is lonely. Every road, holy. The only error is not walking forth.
I have gigantic fucking problem with anyone trying to tell me what to do or who i am and who I’m not. It actually triggers a viciousness in me. My identity is defined only by me and the choices that i make, nothing and no one else.
You've got to get almost annoyingly serious about trusting yourself. You heard what you heard. You saw what you saw. You felt what you felt. Your body is speaking to you. Believe it.
you bloom where you are loved, and that is why you need to learn how to move on, to walk away from suffocating spaces where you can no longer stretch your limbs out. to live well, you have to learn how to leave.
it's extremely important to realize that you were beautiful before someone noticed and you'll remain beautiful in their absence. your beauty is not dependent on who values you for it.
the female body loves rituals.
massage oil onto the skin.
wear perfume for yourself.
brew loose-leaf herbal tea.
stretch slowly.
pray before sunrise.
buy flowers every week.
take walks through botanical gardens.
give yourself devotion.
get in girl, we’re lengthening our attention spans by reading thick, long books, watching an entire movie without checking our phones, meditating, listening to classical music without doing anything else or while taking a long, warm bath, not using our phones 1-2 hours a day
I can’t believe people consider working five days a week “normal”. This sht is wrecking my life. I haťe squeezing my entire life into a two-day weekend because I’m too exhausted to do anything after work.
I'm genuinely convinced that if you want to become successful, you need to bring a psychopathic level of intensity, urgency, and work ethic that most people will think you're crazy.