“Everything You Do Right Now Ripples Outward And Affects Everyone. Your Posture Can Shine Your Heart

it's sad to think about the fact that you want to do, learn, or achieve a lot, but you have no motivation to do anything at all.

lest we forget how fragile we are

21/11/06-6

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

— Reyna Biddy

i read something from this certain manhwa and it says, "the more opportunities you get, the less you become grateful"- and couldn't agree more.

i don't want to get to the point where i will be drained because of the career.

I'm chronically ill. I'm disabled physically and mentally. I live a rough life from day to day. People always tell me how strong I am.

This may be with the best of intentions but in all honesty I'm not strong, I'm very weak from being broken down every single second of my life from my chronic illnesses.

I don't get to live my life, I'm surviving not thriving.

To protect your ✨peace✨ it is okay to:

Say no.

Cancel plans.

Watch less news.

Stop following accounts that trigger you.

Stop following people IRL who stress you.

Set Rules.

Do things that make you happy and relaxed.

Change your mind.

Honor your boundaries.

Put your needs first.

Spend less time with negative people.

Talk to someone.

Spend time away from electronics.

Text back later.

Walk away.

Take deep breaths to stay calm.

Not over do it.

Take Breaks.

Read or watch things that make you feel good.

Let others know if you're stressed.

Spend time on hobbies you love.

Forgive yourself.

Let yourself have a bad day.

Let go.

“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”

— C.S. Lewis

“Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.”

— David Henry Hwang, M. Butterfly

nights come devoid of the expanse of your silhouette: only the gnawing

winds

that reproach my bones what good is hope before remorse: when you hacked

your tresses before

my lips

could reach your

nape: with our perse detritus scattered i keep you as a divine shrapnel buried

deep in my pith

inferno: oblivious to your momentum swirling with a taste of non-existence

of

reticence

and you said:

there's no reason to obsess over fiery delights as the remoteness of memory

creeps like

bougainville

somewhere the sky is burning with your chrysanthemums and somewhere

it falls

through

my bones without you: without the taste of your tongue: the first light

won't ever make it here

before your urgencies consume

me and

everything that i will ever

touch