‪I put others’ reception of my thoughts over my own mental wellbeing. If something’s bothering me, don’t convey what’s on my mind if I can’t articulate myself well enough for fear of being misinterpreted and unable to clarify what I mean. Which usually ends up with me powering through a tough lapse on my own. That’s something I’m still giving my all to work on.

wnq-writers:

“Most everyone recognizes beauty. It’s why people of great physical beauty are so often photographed, time and time again. People with beautiful souls may or may not be beautiful by physical standards. They may not even have acclaim of any kind. But those who have known them have been moved by them. And they remain an inspiration, and a shining light, in their lives.”

— Bruce Adler

wnq-writers:

“Some automatic device clicked in her big brain, and her knees felt weak, and there was a chilly feeling in her stomach. She was in love with this man. They don’t make memories like that anymore.”

Kurt Vonnegut, Galápagos

wnq-writers:

“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.”

Shinji Moon

wnq-writers:

“It’s unexplainable, how you and I are so different, yet no one could ever still be comparable to how you and I understand each other in the absence of words; how we perfectly align despite the cracks in between; and how we stand tiptoe-ing on the edge in perfect balance. How ironic really, you and I, impossible in other people’s eyes, but right here and now, standing side by side, more than just possible, but certain.”

— -rochelleannejoy

wnq-writers:

You’re trying. And it’s enough. Every time you laugh, you are echoing your being into this world. You are making history every time you take a step. Please remember, you are fundamental to the connectivity of this world. There’s nothing insignificant about you.

wnq-writers:

Say if you love them, because a love not confessed is like, a poem not read, a kite not flown and goodness that’s withheld.

wnq-writers:

“our weakness becomes a strong suit the moment we realise that without it, we lose our sensitivity; empathy, understanding and appreciation; the very essence of our entire being.”

— ekta somera

weirdlandtv:

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NASA art by Rick Guidice. I love the first one especially, art for the Pioneer to Jupiter Mission.

wnq-writers:

“if ever you were in the vicinity of a loner, you might believe there is tranquillity in solitude, but if ever you were a loner, you know solitude is an escape from the pandemonium in a world that never could hear you screaming.”

— ekta somera

wnq-writers:

“i admire those who aren’t afraid to admit they’re a little out of their head, this world is maddening after all. we’re each made up of our own little tragedies; the time we wasted, the people we miss, that chance we never took, the goodbye we forgot to say. i think it takes a great deal of madness to say, to hell with it, maybe you have to be a little crazy to survive.”

— ekta somera

pigmenting:

trying to live more unapologetically in everything that i do. trying to feel less shame for the size of my heart. i want every action to be big and open and full and free and bold. i want every action to be reaffirming i was, i am, i will be.

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