Le vieux du quartier m’a dit : « N’oublie pas que la boussole a été inventée avant l’horloge parce que la direction est plus importante que le temps. »
I don't think I'm healing. I think I'm just learning how to carry pain without spilling it. Everyone calls it strength, but really, it's just silence , I laugh, I smile, I show up but inside, half of me is already gone.
Everyone shut up I just learned a new word:
Eremition
(eh-ruh-mish-un)
The act of gradually fading from the lives of others, not out of malice, but a desire for solitude or renewal.
Can we talk about how exhausting it is to be emotionally intelligent in situations that don't deserve your understanding. To see everyone's perspective when nobody is extending the same courtesy to yours. To regulate your reactions while others express everything without filter or consequence. To be the bigger person so consistently that nobody even acknowledges it requires effort. Emotional intelligence is a gift.
idgaf how many fish are in the sea. i want that fish. that fish is my fish. i love that fish and i will forever love that fish and i don’t want no other fish but that fish