20-something | Philippines | International Relations Major | Professional Daydreamer
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"Ainsi sera, groigne qui groigne."
I love to reblog so a lot of the content here is not mine unless otherwise stated.
i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else’s.
Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World
(Perigee Trade, 2012)
You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.
Iyanla Vanzant, Yesterday, I Cried (via larmoyante)
Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.
You have to learn to say no without feeling guilty. Setting boundaries is healthy. You need to learn to respect and take care of yourself.
I am not a toy you can play with when you’re bored or lonely or horny. I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me.
Olivia Pope (Kerry Washington)Scandal
2x20 “A Woman Scorned” (via besttvquotes
Vulnerability is based on mutuality and requires boundaries and trust. It’s not oversharing, it’s not purging, it’s not indiscriminate disclosure, and it’s not celebrity-style social media information dumps. Vulnerability is about sharing our feelings and our experiences with people who have earned the right to hear them.
She likes to disappear a lot. We always know when something is bothering her. She’ll put on her combat boots and pull her hair back, then she’ll grab her purse and just walk out the door. No one stops her. Ever. We all know she’ll come back when she feels better.
She writes a lot. And although no one knows what she writes about, we know that it helps her. She also likes to pick flowers and send them to people that live in other places. And every morning, she has two or three cups of coffee.
Her fears get in the way of her being happy most of the time. Her scars are noticeable and we don’t say anything about them. She’s not unhappy all the time, though. Making her blush and smile is easier than you think. You just have to know what to say at the right time.
She changes a lot. her mind, her clothes, her hair. It’s never the same for more than a few months. Like a snake shedding its skin.
Some people love that about her, and some people hate it.
One of the most courageous decisions you will ever make is to finally let go of whatever is hurting your heart and soul.
I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.
I will bleed for better reasons this year.
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone.
A long time ago, before I even met you,
someone replaced my chest with a broken record.
For years, it’s been stammering through
the same old tune.
I want you to know I’m trying.
I quit smoking. I’m doing yoga. And those days
I wake up wishing for death are getting fewer
and farther apart.
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok
since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that
will have to be enough