people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.
summers like. you will feel a loneliness so profound youll fear it has no end but also sometimes God will place their cooling hand on yr forehead & you will feel held for the first time
Please do not let history repeat itself. Don’t stand with genocide.
Thanks to social media, news can spread like wildfire. But the support we give to Palestine should not be treated like a trend. Don’t stop liking, commenting, retweeting and sharing information and posts about Palestine. Don’t stop listening to Palestinians. Remember all who have suffered, all who have died, all who are trapped, all who have lost families and friends.
Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
Remember that if you want to do more of something, you have to do less of something else. It's that time of year where people set goals for the new year and they have plans and hopes and it's always focusing on what they want to do more of. More studying, more exercise, more crafting, more socialising, more making things from scratch. Okay, great. What are you going to do less of in order to have the time and energy to do more of those things you really want to do?
If it makes anyone feel better I’ve been at several points in my life where I had no friends on any level. To the point where I worried about what would happen to my mom and my cats if I died (sorry morbid), to now knowing there’s people who would take care of my family even if I was just unwell- in the span of a year. Everything can always change please do not resign to doom in your 20s or 30s do not give up do not stop giving a fuck. whatever is happening will pass OR you’ll learn to live with it. And that’s final
anytime a woman starts talking about the "bonds of sisterhood that inherently exist between all women" you just know they bullied the weird girls in high school
by Mark Nepo
Everything is beautiful and I am so sad. This is how the heart makes a duet of wonder and grief. The light spraying through the lace of the fern is as delicate as the fibers of memory forming their web around the knot in my throat. The breeze makes the birds move from branch to branch as this ache makes me look for those I’ve lost in the next room, in the next song, in the laugh of the next stranger. In the very center, under it all, what we have that no one can take away and all that we’ve lost face each other. It is there that I’m adrift, feeling punctured by a holiness that exists inside everything. I am so sad and everything is beautiful.