Always Casually Waiting Sitting On Those Huge Seats In The Cinema Hall Swinging My Feet Back And Forth

write to yourself. Write to yourself, a letter, for all that you have become, and for all that you will, write to yourself on the first of December, write to yourself because this is the last breath of the year that we’ll spend together before the many more we’ll take ahead. Tell that version of you in the past about all that you overcame, all that you had been looped around, all that made you break. Hold yourself through this letter, and give yourself the closure you need. Letting this be your warmest embrace, Happy first of December <3

You know at times we do overlook the simplicity of a word, and that further leads you to letting it hold the weight of the life on your shoulders. Mistake, not disappointment, failure, agony, disgrace- you know the rest you’ve said it to yourself time and time again without a doubt. Yes you have. Now think about it again, mis-take. You. Missed. A. Take. No more, no less.

I made a mistake a year and a half back, it wasn’t the kind of lie where you hide a bag of chips behind somebody’s back. It was the kind of lie that broke somebody’s trust in you. Eventually it starts to grow on you etching all the way through the small of your back, upto your spine and jamming into your skull, ultimately making you believe that you MUST NOT ever live this down.

You see a reminder is a receipt of your actions and consequences in an event, but what you might not see is that the ink on that paper dries with time, it will go away, there will be a time where you’ll pick it up and you’ll see absolutely nothing,no trace.

You are going to have endless opportunities to beat yourself up over something, but allow yourself to keep it to the short stuff, maybe a brain freeze, or when you miss your bus, a paper cut, biting your tongue when you’re too excited to speak even, so technically it’s all word v0m1t.Now I’m not here to snatch that away from you, you do that all you want, but what about that one time, that split second where you know the night is colder than usual, that split second where you’re more restless than ever, that split second where you’re twisting and turning and the air around you seems to be holding a grip on your breath, and you so desperately wish the night were warmer, if only a little, where you KNOW you’ve got nothing but yourself to hold onto?

Why would you abandon yourself? We know we’ve spoken to ourselves before, we know we’ve sat with ourselves before, but did you make an effort to reach out to that echo inside of you and hold it tight to keep it safe and sound from all the intrusive thoughts peeking through? To keep yourself warm?

Surely you’ve heard “You know what you did back there, and don’t you forget it. This time won’t be any different. I just KNOW you’re going to make the same mistake again, and if you’re too stubborn to risk it again? Who am I to stop you” but what about “you did what you did under the heat of your impulse, neither of us could’ve controlled it. It has been a while and you allowed yourself to let the event sink in with time, you were afraid, and I’m not saying what you did was right or wrong, it was understandable because you were afraid. Give yourself that validation to forgive yourself” you are LEARNING and LEARNING and you LEARN and you LEARN

And maybe that will be your taking your from it, no trophy, no award, no nothing, but your accountability, and your taking, now that’s some fancy stuff right there. I did not deserve to be beat up over an event that happened years back, but I was allowed to be afraid and to let myself feel the pressure, I was allowed to find a way, to BUILD a way out. You are allowed to channel your faith on a belief that pats you on the back and kisses your forehead because that was a very hard time, but you DO get to push through, you do not need permission. You have a RIGHT to.

You get to have just as much liberty as anybody out there who decides to put themselves forth and move forward, always

T shirt that says publicly crying isn’t a giveaway of your sensitivity or weakness. You are hurt, and you are hurting, you have every right to to feel your pain and acknowledge it regardless of the setting, understand what must be prioritised first instead of submitting to a pseudo authority and audience that keeps you from being able to hold yourself when and where needed. It pains me to say how I have come across so many people who’re strongly forced to believe that they must shield themselves by hiding something so beautiful. Save yourself the mental 4buse, take it one step at a time, feel free to let yourself out the way your body needs it to be

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

Growth is constant. Always and forever, even when you feel like you’ve done nothing productive throughout your day, even when you feel like you’ve come to a stop, even when you feel like you haven’t moved past a point in what seems like ages, even when you feel like you aren’t over the loss of a figure, even when you feel like you can no longer feel yourself anymore. My precious reader, I hope you understand just how much courage it takes to come to terms with the mere fact of not having done anything today. Admitting it to yourself is far more than enough. You are breathing, growing and you are constantly giving every living second of your life. You are reciprocating emotions, you are finding a way through your thoughts to draw this very conclusion, you are processing so many different interactions through the span of the past few hours, yet being able to continue to communicate, Respect that.

Time does not heal all wounds, time permits you with a medium to heal, and more than that you just have to allow yourself to belief the fact that this medium hasn’t been set out to pester you with constant reminders of what once was, what came your way, came your way, you saw what you saw, what detached itself from you, has detached itself from you, it’s completely understandable if it was pulled out from its roots like a patch of clothing from your chest , and it’s completely understandable if there’s a few strings left behind, their fabric implanted themselves on you, there was a bond yes that did exist, be it to whatever degree it was there, and after a while they seemed best to thread that border elsewhere, there is still a heart left behind!! All they took was a layer, maybe it’ll take a while to build it back up, SO BE IT!! Your heart is still there! Go look after it

sometimes you’re walking home and you see the brightest lily on your way, sure you weren’t expecting it but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t SUPPOSED to be there?? It came for what it did, and you let it rest, over time it grew and maybe the season had a few plans in mind and maybe the flower had to call it a day, but that wasn’t time was it? Time never robbed it off it’s will to live?? To love?? Time LET IT, it let it love and grow endlessly till it’s desirable content and it permitted the growth of innumerable other blossoms on your way right after, it is you who decides to heal and look after your sentiments because you cannot be the first person to give up on yourself, let that sink in

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

My friend came back home from a competition and told me how her partner was disheartened at the fact that her team didn’t make it to the final round of the debate and that there’ll always be biases along the way but that doesn’t mean you’re any less deserving of being out there than they are. You. Put. In. Your. All. You went out there and got them. You did what you could at the time and FOR THEN AND FOR YOU that was more than enough, it’s very important to realise your worth regardless of what’s been set out there or what clears through, that doesn’t mean you didn’t push through, you did :)

You have every right to heal and move past an event

Soft reminder that you have the liberty to choose the people you’ll invest your time and energy into, not the other way around, don’t let something that couldn’t have possibly governed you, have its restraints on you