“Let your words rest on your heart before expressing them. If they are not aligned, or possess the true embodiment of who you are, do not release them. Nothing good comes from insulting. Only reflecting an image of a bitter soul who lacks self-awareness, and empathy that was produced by your false ego.”—Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)
“The first place we lose the battle is in our own thinking. If you think it’s permanent then it’s permanent. If you think you’ve reached your limits then you have. If you think you’ll never get well then you won’t. You have to change your thinking. You need to see everything that’s holding you back, every obstacle, every limitation as only temporary.”—Joel Osteen (via liquid-diamonds-flowing)
“I always thought you would be the thing that kills me. Your eyes, the dirt underneath your fingerprints, your fascination with planets instead of stars. But you didn’t. I’m alive and the bandaids are covering up the wounds and I am breathing without you.”—i survived the storm (via storms-and-words)
I am trying to see things in perspective.
My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter
chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot
have this, because chocolate makes dogs
very sick. My dog does not understand this.
She pouts and wraps herself around my leg
like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me
to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in,
she eventually gives up and lays in the corner,
under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the
universe has my best interest in mind like I have
my dogs. When I want something with my whole
being, and the universe withholds it from me,
I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl.
She thinks this is what she wants, but she
does not understand how it will hurt.
“In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.”—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via kushandwizdom)