Because life is better when you're pantless.
Most people think happiness is about gaining something, but it’s not. It’s all about getting rid of the darkness you accumulate.
(via eyeofintrigue)oh reckless abandon
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People are always worried about what’s happening next. They often find it difficult to stand still, to occupy the now without worrying about the future.Gareth Stein (via her0inchic)COUNSELLING BLOG
Sometimes I just get struck by this overwhelming feeling of sadness and I’m not sure what else there is to do but breathe. Breathe and cry and cry some more, and over think and over rationalize and get angry and mad and sad and sick and delirious and consumed with all the “what ifs” and “but maybes” that are on a constant loop inside my head. But I know what the solution is: to breathe. And wait. Wait for the answers I’ve been waiting for a long while now. “Sort myself out” and all that other nonsense and gibberish I can easily spit out to other people without internalizing the advice for myself. And maybe, just maybe, things will finally fall into place.
Chocolate strawberry cakes made by @eflirtexpert, @daniellaziii and I :) #happyholidaze
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)quote it
When my body had forgotten its purpose,
when it just hung off my brainstem like a whipped mule.
When my hands only wrote. When my teeth only ate.
When my ass sat, my eyes read, when my reflexes
were answers to questions we all already knew.
Remember how it was then that you slid your hand
into me, a fork in the electric toaster of my body. Jesus,
where did all these sparks come from? Where was all
this heat? Remember what this mouth did last night?
And still, this morning I answer the phone like normal,
still I drink an hour’s worth of strong coffee. And now
I file. And now I send an email. And remember how
my lungs filled with all that everything? Remember
how my heart was an animal you released from its cage?
Remember how we unhinged? Remember all the names
our bodies called each other? Remember how afterwards,
the steam rose from us like a pair of smiling ghosts?
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, ”December,” from The Year of No Mistakes (Write Bloody Publishing, 2013) (via apoetreflects)
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