How To Develop Self Respect ✨

dying inside while pretending that everything’s fine

“you don’t owe anyone anything” actually you owe everyone everything!!! you OWE your table server and your coworkers and the elderly person you pass on the street and the dog on its walk and the child toddling along in the park and the driver trying to merge next to you and the pregnant person standing on public transport KINDNESS in return for theirs!! the connections we build are what give life meaning!!!

being in your twenties is like I should've k*lled myself but now it's too late

“There’s always a little truth behind “just kidding”, a little knowledge behind “I don’t know”, a little emotion behind “I don’t care”, and a little pain behind “It’s okay”.”

— Unknown

warning, im gonna vent a lil

it’s really hard to comprehend how much i truly mean to someone. someone who was there since day one, who i’ve known all my life. they are the only person who knows me inside out and stayed when they saw who i really was. they liked me for me, and they never judged me a day in the years we spent together. how could someone leave after all that time?

all those promises, all those nights they reassured me that they’d never leave. that they’d never abandon me like everyone else did. all those nights i sobbed to them that i was scared that they’d leave, the same nights they’d convince me they were here to stay. even after all that, they still left. all those promises, all the things they had ever said to me meant nothing. i meant nothing to them.

and it’s not cruel that they left, it’s cruel because i wholeheartedly believed them.

“I’d spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone I wasn’t, that I had no idea who I was any more.”

— Dorothy Koomson, The Rose Petal Beach

Dejaré de creer en la bondad del corazón humano hasta que el mismo ser humano me demuestre lo contrario.

I will stop believing in the goodness of the human heart until the same human being proves me otherwise.

THE REAPER AND ME.

When The Reaper came a calling,

I knew that I must stall him,

I must keep The Reaper talking,

Or with him I must go walking.

I offered him a drink,

Just to give me time to think,

And though his drink was spiced,

He said it was quite nice.

He got drowsy and so sleepy,

But he still looked pale and creepy,

And his voice was slurred and slow,

When he said it's time to go.

I offered him another one,

And I could see that he was having fun,

His scythe forgotten on the ground,

And his singing made an eerie sound.

Then he began a yawning,

As I was praying for the dawning,

I must keep him here till the sun was up,

So I offered him another drop.

He slept right through till past midday,

Then said we must be on our way,

Then I pulled the curtains and let in the light,

And The Reaper got an awful fright.

You tricked me fair, he said to me,

You have tricked your way from eternity,

And when night falls down I will leave alone,

And leave you living in your home.

But do you mind if I call sometime,

To share your whisky and your fine wine,

Because it was the best time I've ever had,

And you must surely see that I'm not that bad.

Now every month when the moon is full,

The Reaper calls when his work gets dull,

From dusk till dawn we sit and drink,

Then he falls asleep as the sky turns pink.

But his company sure wears me down,

And when drunk he looks like an evil clown,

And my suffering wife gets real upset,

Because our house just reeks and stinks of death.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts