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every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

mayhaps self mythologising is okay to a small extent if you’re in control of the tint you’re applying to your life and can easily remove it and look at yourself clearly when needed. i have a friend who graduated with pink roses on her graduation cap and makes her love of roses so evident in all she does and she makes the world reflect her interests and she’s immensely clever and still teaches her students with a pink laptop full of sailor moon stickers. i admire and adore her and Know she carries her specific aesthetic immaculately (which might also have to do with her being a libra, hehe.) but she’s one example of other people i know, too, who know what they like and enjoy it instead of being self conscious and culling their interestingness to fit in—which is what i sometimes do. and I won’t do it anymore. I’ll enjoy what i enjoy; polish it till it gleams. not to be confused with grandiosity—but with living with care enough to know what i like and consciously make it larger in my life.

the universe conspires in my favor. good fortune and positivity have arrived. my dreams are physically unfolding. i deserve prosperity and fulfilment and release any unconscious resistance to this. i have the power to create my reality and this is the reality that i choose; my blessings are abundant and multiplying. i naturally attract the flow of divine riches and welcome the uninterrupted stream of this.

was on a call w my friend today, and she mentioned something so beautiful i might cry: she said that people often wait for birthdays and holidays to express their love for their friends. but she doesn't. she feels that everyone's existence should be celebrated every damn day. life's too short. just too unpredictable and short.

i walk on the sun, i stand on the sun,

i know nothing but the sun.

(...) the sun fills my chest to the brim with heavenly honey.

— edith södergran, from triumph of existence (my translation)

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

please make sure that wherever you’re at in life, you don’t treat it like a transitory period. don’t waste your college years wishing to already be graduated & have a job. don’t waste your single years wishing for someone to be in love with. if/when those things come, they will come in due time and they will be good. but there is nothing like looking back and feeling empty because you wasted literal years ignoring what you had because you were hoping for something better. while it’s important to better yourself and reach for your goals, don’t neglect the present because that’s where you are now and it’s your now that determines your future. 

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Vincent Van Gogh, Almond Blossom, 1890. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.