Don’t date potential.
A great day of friendship, adventure, and life giving conversations. Time with these two is always so refreshing.
You know, sometimes you’ve got to trust the people you love. You’ve got to trust that if they’re good people, they’ll make good decisions.
- Janette Rallison, How to Take the Ex Out of Ex-Boyfriend (via quoted-books)
Find a spot and stay awhile. Photo: @gersonhenry #HerschelSupply #WellTravelled by herschelsupply
Don’t date potential.
Woah, where can I get that print?
“You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge. Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.”
— danielle laporte
“Write, baby, write like how trees sway to music. Write the first thing that comes to your mind when I say ‘stay’ and keep writing till the sun and the moon kiss. I don’t care if it’s shit, keep writing like you have to write in order to breathe, breathe out words like clenched fists, nervous palms, baggy eyes, and rusty bones. Write about how you hate me because it took me two seconds to think of the first line to this, and you’re staring at a black document. Write about 2 a.m. awakeness- some people call this insomnia, but this is just the beginning. Write about things that no one dares to write about. Write about the little things like how trampled grass makes you sad because all it was trying to do was grow or how spring is life except when you drive past dead bunnies. Write your feelings or lack of feelings. Write ‘I am beautiful’ and keep writing those three words until you don’t hesitate to write them anymore. Write because you’re unwelcome in your own skin. And write because it’s you against the world, you against yourself, you against your own mind, you against a blank page. No one said writing would be easy. No one ever said every poem, prose would be liked or even read. No one said that you have to write, but the thing is you still do, even if it’s shit. You somehow manage to turn not buying a red shirt into confusion about having a heart or soul. You manage to make words not just come alive but have a voice because we all know there’s a difference between being there and being heard. Isn’t it powerful that you could make 1 out of 7 billion people pause for maybe 3 out of 1,440 minutes to connect with your soul. Maybe we’re not searching for what to write about rather we are trying to find an excuse to why we’re looking for perfection, forgiveness, or at least decency in ourselves. And maybe that’s why we still write.”
to all who have writer’s block and to lizchobani, who gave me a journal that is dedicated for little, insignificant things
P.s. lizchobani this is “the thing” that i want to give you and it’s an early grad gift part 1
This! A thousand times this!
1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.
2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.
3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.
4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.
5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.
6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.
- For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (h.f.j.)