Taking Accountability For Your Mistake Is Different From Holding Yourself Responsible For Somebody Else’s

You can encourage someone to believe that they can stand right back up, but not that they must always be standing regardless of how hard they’ve been hit. You need rest just as much as you need to take a stand. You have it in you to counter an issue even after something has not turned out well, but you also have to remember to sit down every once in a while because you’re not supposed to be standing all the time to fight a battle. You’re not supposed to be on guard with a sword for a hand to come at anything that goes your way. You could be sleeping, confiding in someone, baking, drawing, crying, and you’re still fighting it all the time, it isn’t the action that defines your strength, it’s your will from within that keeps you going and rooting the belief that you can, and you very much will once you’ve got your gold fish bars up and you’ve fed your cats and taken a power nap and had that bath and that milkshake and you get my point :) it doesn’t have to be so rough and tough on the exterior all the time. The clouds could be someone’s cushioned haven, but they’re still capable enough of bringing upon a storm, so what if they’re having their own time in a picnic with some rainbows and perhaps a little drizzling here and there? Let them be!

Look at that cute bald spot! *gently plants a sapling, tender pats every now and then* there there, all glammed up and posh you may proceed with your day <3 𓏲˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃

I love this fucking gif so much. Violence and killing and destruction

I am giving I am continuing I am acknowledging I am breathing I am feeling I am admiring I am constantly processing my own thoughts and emotions, settling them in bit by bit and taking my time full and through even if it means I can’t meet somebody’s ends, even if it means they have to wait, even if it means they’re not ready to stay rooted through my steps. Because that’s ok. I am not leaving, I chose to stay, I chose to stay since day one and it is my place to stay firm on that decision, because that’s ok :) choose to stay for yourself, because that light of you has had plenty leave as it is, the last thing you’d wanna do is be one of them

To those sharing every little aspect of their days?? Y’all are painstakingly adorable, it crushes me, it BREAKS me to see that smile on your face, or how your eyes light up every time you bring that one rock you saw on your way home and nurture and care for it as if you plunked it on the table from your own womb or how that one lady flashed you a smile and those beautiful wrinkles caressing her plum cheeks could tell tales that go on for days, I’m. Here. To. Hear. You. Out. Please spoil me with the abundance of your cute brain let me hear that voice again I BEG OF YOU.

having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

PIXEL CHIX

I've been desperately trying to remember the way I lived or made it through a certain day, and I'm caught between trying to record every second of it or loading my gallery with pictures and holding it close to myself by trusting my peripheral vision, I can’t tell whether im trying to exploit my present, or trying to preserve the ashes of a fire that once soared high, I can’t tell if it robbed me off my sight to capture the moment or left me agape enough to not be able to process anything 

its similar to that particular situation in class, where the teacher’s writing an ideology on the board but you're so engrossed all the while taken aback that its too late to take notes, and you don't trust your memory enough to attempt to rewrite it from scratch, so you turn to your left to ask your deskmate to read it out loud for you but you bite your tongue before you speak because you know they hold a different vision, and your heart races at the prospect of never seeing that glint of passion yonder again.

“to everyone their own perception, to everyone their own vision” to some a curse, to some a gem.

I wish I could remember the past.

It seems silly to me, to not have recorded every moment of that life, that past life before chaos exploded.

How unconscious I was to think it would last forever. I used to live in that past life, wild and happy and confident.

Now, I look around, trying to find my footsteps, trying to figure out who I was, who I used to be, what I used to believe in.

It's in vain.

I can't remember.

And I don't know whether that is a curse or a blessing.

- F. A.