Don’t ever compliment me by insulting other women. That’s not a compliment, it’s a competition none of us agreed to.
jaythenerdkid (via escapedgoat)
"it’s a competition none of us agreed to" I want to give the author of this quote the hardest dap ever.
Show me. Don’t say another word. Your actions will tell me everything.
K. (via with-grace-and-guts)
With Grace & Guts
Note to My Cancerian Self -
Do you get it yet, Cancer? Do you get that people like and/or love the shit out of you when you are just being yourself? Do you get it yet, Cancer? Do you get that home is wherever and whenever you allow yourself to take up the space you have been afforded? Do you get that you need to give yourself space in the form of a pause every time those old feelings of unworthiness rise to the surface? Do you get that you aren’t ever going to feel at home until you have given yourself full permission to be yourself because that is where real safety is? I knew this girl once who didn’t have parents growing up, not in any real sense of the word. She was funny, charming, intelligent and inventive and really needy. She spent most of her adult life wandering around form place to place on some sort of mission to see if other people (surrogate parents) would catch her. She was lucky. No, she was blessed because they always did. And then one day it struck her, when was she going to accept that she was worthy of love. Even though folks did for her what her parents never could, it was time to move on from this old paradigm. Instead of testing the world to see if it would catch her, why not just catch herself? The game had grown old, far too old and so had she. It was time for her to live as if she deserved to, as if it was her right to. And so she did. She took it upon herself to get sturdy. She took it upon herself to speak her mind. She took it upon herself to stop asking everyone to like her and take care of her. She knew now in every conscious bone in her body that it was her job to do. Full Moon Mantra: I write down my needs. I hold no secrets back from myself. I write down my needs so that I may get to know myself better and hold myself accountable for my own self-care. Every time my mind wanders off into blaming others or shaming myself I say, “Thank you, but no thank you. Love and light, goodbye.”
sometimes my head hurts trying to figure out why we are so terrible to each other
the shit does not make sense to me. the more babies i receive in my hands, the more my heart breaks knowing the world they might inherit.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via portionsofeternity)
(Source: circumarticulation, via seaoftinyflames)