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Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre  (via katisque)

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Today: How’s the weather a mood drawing series by Saskia Keultjes  facebook 


We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Source: riangosling)

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly
let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
as few human or even divine ingredients can.

Rumi (via meltingwith)

Sadness suits me. I savor it the way some people savor good food. Sleep or sadness, it’s all the same to me. Come get me. Like an ocean hungry to lap you up.

Sandra Cisneros in Caramelo (via xicanariot)

Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.

Alice Walker

I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity

Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope

You shouldn’t try to stop everything from happening. Sometimes you’re supposed to feel awkward. Sometimes you’re supposed to be vulnerable in front of people. Sometimes it’s necessary because it’s all part of you getting to the next part of yourself, the next day.

Cecelia Ahern, The Book of Tomorrow (via quotethat)


“When I was a kid, I always felt ashamed of how sensitive I was, emotionally sensitive, physically sensitive — I swear, even my hair was sensitive. I got emotional very easily, and I felt a great deal of shame about that. But when I began acting, I realized I could take that sensitivity and put it to good use.”

“When I was a kid, I always felt ashamed of how sensitive I was, emotionally sensitive, physically sensitive — I swear, even my hair was sensitive. I got emotional very easily, and I felt a great deal of shame about that. But when I began acting, I realized I could take that sensitivity and put it to good use.”

(Source: garfys)

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 (via yogachocolatelove)

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Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Ernest Hemingway (via sheandherdarkness)

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Instead of being a man, just be you. Be decent and be kind. Be surprised. Be mad sometimes and be wrong sometimes. It’s all going to happen whether you like it or not. No action or reaction a man has should be contorted into some superficial expectation of what a man is supposed to do. If you’re a man, whether you’re walking or reading or fucking or praying, whatever you’re doing or feeling, you’re already doing what a man does. Let us agree that it’s time to not only retire but refute the regressive notion that there is only one way to be “like a man.

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Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Anne Sexton

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