The Fear Of What Ifs Holding Us Back From Our Most Magnificent Selves.

What ifs that hold us back from our most magnificent selves.

We are afraid of vulnerability, of what it may do to us. And this fear is what keeps us from moving forward. The things we set out to achieve, now lie only in thoughts. What could have been, if only we embraced our vulnerabilities. ~Wedarkacademia.

I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”

turkey and azerbaijan are attacking armenia right now, and it's 1915 all over again because the world is distracted and people are too busy wondering if they're gonna live or die, and who gives a shit about my country anyway? my mum told me to tell my friends and explain to them what's happening and that we are the victims in this war because azerbaijan is spreading lies and people are believing their lies and i told her, what good is that going to do? do you think anyone's going to come to our aid? is russia going to help us? is america? is england? erdogan said they will finish what their ancestors started, and he means genocide. he means ethnic cleansing. he means to massacre every last one of us. and in doing so admitted to the very same thing turkey has spent 105 years denying. i don't know who to tell and what good telling people will do because we're a small, insignificant country, and we have nothing to offer to the people in power, the handful who rule the world. so i sit here with my pain and i feel helpless. i know there's twitter threads and links to petitions and people being urged to contact their senators, and sorry if im being pessimistic, but azerbaijan has been attacking us for the last 22 years, and though we defend ourselves, we can't do anything to stop them. they've violated ceasefires (and geneva conventions) multiple times. i don't think they'll rest until every last one of us is dead.

we just want peace. we just want to live peacefully. we're not asking for a lot here.

I think sometimes we just have to risk it. Live the way we feel. And you know it, it might not turn out well. Sometimes it doesn’t turn out well at all. But we have to try. We have to keep on trying. Otherwise, we just become puppets. All painted smiles outside, while inside nothing but sawdust.

Little Ashes (2008) dir. Paul Morrison

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

i will turn you into a fucking pdf if you dont stop

"The idea of a perfect date"

“The idea of a perfect date”

//MONSOON 2021// /JULY 2/12;08am How perfect can a perfect date actually be? Does every little detail play out the way the initiator planned it to be? Or does it have to follow a certain norm dictated and infused into our minds by media?My idea of it is far from it. In fact, it can be summed up in four words. Before I get to that, I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a lot of differences on how…

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//dear future self//

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A new thing unfolding♡

“Be the love you never received.”

— Rune Cazuli