“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I am still learning. I’m happy. Just sitting here. Knowing I have a few friends. Knowing I have a dream to work on. Knowing I have somewhere to go if it starts raining. A pillow to rest my head on. Someone to call when I get lonely. Nature to walk in, pure air, early mornings, seasons and weather. This is enough. This is more than enough. And most of all, I am enough. Everything changed when I forgave myself.”— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”— Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”
i’ve always loved this so much
(via wheezeasyouleave)
“You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.”— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
Spot on really
“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”— Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts
“People who need help sometimes look a lot like people who don’t need help.”— Glennon Doyle Melton, Carry on, Warrior
“Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home.”— Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
Relationship status:
I’ve been single for so long, I’ve almost forgotten how to be in a relationship. But old habits die hard, and what is still engraved into my brain about relationships quickly turns unhealthy after a short time. I’ve realized I love being single because I only have to account for my own complicated emotions, and they rarely get all tangled up with friends or family. In a romantic relationship, it’s different. It changes. When things get serious, I’m put on edge. I have to be careful about sacrificing my feelings and emotions to save the other person. There are moments when sacrifice from both sides is beneficial and needed; there are times when I cut myself down to keep the other person close. I am still covered in scars of inadequacy, I’m littered with the ashes of not feeling like I am enough. I get caught in gruesome battles of tug-of-war between giving up by letting people go with excuses of “I’m not ready” or “not good enough”, and holding on too tightly to the point of belittling myself or my emotions to avoid confrontations in a vain effort to keep the other person happy. I am trying to learn how to be in a healthy relationship. I am trying to learn how to work through miscommunications and arguments without going to one extreme or the other. I’m trying to learn how to show that the other persons’ opinions are respected and taken into consideration, but mine should be as well. I’m trying to find that sweet spot between too distant and too codependent. I am trying to keep trying. I’m fucking trying, but it gets so tiring sometimes.