“You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.”—Junot Díaz (via ukitai)
“I wish I could tell you this every morning you awake; that you are enough. That you are an intricate, vibrant life. That every soft breath from your lips, and every timid heartbeat, is precious and beautiful.”—(via purplebuddhaproject)
Strange fellow Thick, wrinkled; pale and yellow. I wish for him to peel before me, his tough skin; to see his naked, wrinkled body; to palpate his wise old heart. But to my surprise when he peeled before me, his heart did not beat and our eyes did not meet. Just the slight slime I could feel at my fingertips. I dared not ask.
i just learned that sometimes when bees are on the ground and moving very slowly that they might just be tired from being a bee all day and if you can give them sugary water they get their energy back and will be able to keep beeing again
I'm so depressed. How does one find meaning in life? Something to be passionate about? I'm so lost right now.
You pick yourself up and create that meaning for yourself. You get out of bed, shower, and do the things that used to inspire you. When they don’t inspire you anymore, do something you’ve never done. Sell all of the things you don’t want and buy a plane ticket to a place you’ve never been. Get a job at a fun local place. Dye your hair. Buzz it off. Build a treehouse and stay in it. Buy a book you’ve never read. Fake that confidence for a night and go out. Kiss someone. Touch someone. Leave. Or don’t. Confess how you feel to the person you care about. Be raw. Sit next to a stranger on a bench. Talk to them. Know them. Leave. Or don’t. Go on a hike and follow a river until you get to a waterfall. Listen to new music. Listen to music you listened to when you were 13. Call your best friend. Drive straight until you don’t know where you are. Get out of the car and run. Drive home. Write down everything you’re feeling. Pull out the rot and hold it in your hands. Drop it. Walk away. Go after what you want. Go after what you want. Go after what you want.
“Our parents had parents too—they were wounded as children, too—and they didn’t know any more about how to get it right in this life than we do. Most of us are not victims of our parents, so much as we AND our parents have all been living for years as the effect of the unresolved, fear-based energies permeating this world. None of us deserves blame and ALL of us deserve compassion. Sometimes you can’t really forgive your parents until you have allowed yourself to cry for them.”—Marianne Williamson (via mindofataurus)
“The pollution of the planet is only an outward reflection of an inner psychic pollution: millions of unconscious individuals not taking responsibility for their inner space.”—Eckhart Tolle (via unconditionedconsciousness)