There Was An Episode, One Of My Favorite Moments In Star Trek, When Captain Kirk Looks Over The Cosmos

I gave my heart in soft surrender—

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems; “Truck-Garden Market-Day,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

The greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they’re loved and capable of loving.

Mr. Rogers (via deeplifequotes)

I think we would me much more alive if we dared ourselves to recognize that we are not obligated to know who we are at every given moment.

Jorge Bucay, Argentine gestalt psychotherapist, psychodramatist (1949–)

original: “Creo que estaremos mucho más vivos si nos atrevemos a darnos cuenta de que no estamos necesariamente obligados a saber en todo momento quienes somos.” (via fyp-psychology)

anatomy of the skull and botanical cafés.

(…) Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Louise Glück, from Sunrise in “Poems 1962-2012″ (via adrasteiax)

“My brother used to ask the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless but it is right; for all is like the ocean, all things flow and touch each other; a disturbance in one place is felt at the other end of the world.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you. 

My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.

Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals. 

Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?

y’all need therapy. not girlfriends

“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just watches.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa (via pavellaning)

happiness is:

the smell of rain

seeing flowers grow

being excited about something

ice cream on a hot day

being in bed

listening to good songs

smelling nice

giving and receiving compliments

the kindness of strangers

being with friends

reading a good book

being proud of every small victory

buying new treats for yourself

the smell of pastries in a bakery

blue skies and pretty views