appreciate thy self <3
To die, death, can be shaped in various forms.
Some of us intentionally die, just to be reborn..
Nothing ever goes away until it teaches us what we need to know.
—Pema Chodron (via psychotherapy)
- evidently I don’t think it’s true for every one :)
Not too long ago, in a not so distant hazy past, a close friend of mine (or so I thought) and I had a conversation..
I can’t help but feel that the impression or the subject of the conversation had an ominous ring to it. As if he is subtly hinting me that an imminent danger is coming my way, almost so subtly as an unsavory threat..
The Gentle Things In life
I love these two so much
Love is not a doctrine
But a recipe that is tweaked
Thousands of times;
Things are added and taken away
Boiled and cooled off
With an ample amount of time
To sample and taste.
Love is not a declaration
But a raging storm
An obstacle course,
The struggle of limbs
In pleasure and in pain
Sometimes I wish my somebody could just stay, and love me, and tell me that it’s okkay and just show me that he cares really. My problems seems to be a burden„ not something of a challenge to help me solve…which gives me the sense not to do the same for him ever again. Why is it that when asking for help of attention, next thing you get is shit.
In a relationship I suppose, when one falls down you wish or would expect for the other to lift you up, look at you in the eyes, your hand, and gives you a hug in an attempt to snap you out of it… to make you feel that sense of sincerity and empathy…
however in reality, they look away, scrunch their face,