It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left. by graciela
You told me I was stuck. You told me I had nowhere to go. You told me I was weak. You told me so many other lies I believed, but I didn't believe those three. And now I can prove it, M. I can ducking prove it. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, DUCKING.
You're so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that made you more wise, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow. Be proud of this
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you...