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This screenshot has lived in my phone for months. It was the middle of my older sister’s wedding and i opened social media because I was overwhelmed and I instantly saw this and was moved, I had never realised the risk involved in love- the “falling” analogy fogs up my brain. I now own the book it’s from-

Everything I know about love by Dolly Alderton

the risk is an honor

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oh to just walk everywhere

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The Geography Lesson, 1880 by Eleuterio Pagliano (Italian, 1826–1903)

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Evening lights, Grand Place, Brussels by Emile Hoeterickx (Belgium, 1853--1923)

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Richard Feynman’s letter to his dead wife~ 🥺

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You know, I’ve been repeating the same verse to myself for days and it won’t leave me.

It feels like life is happening infront of me but I’m too busy looking down to notice.

My brain is always distracted, never present or feeling any real emotions. Why am i so afraid of burnout, rejection, or stress?

Am i afraid to have real feelings?

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Connell the man that you are.

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fyodor dostoevsky, white nights

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Yes yes

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― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

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I am homesick for a home I am yet to create.❤️

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oh but of course

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three stages of life:

1. there are monsters under my bed.

2. there are monsters in my head.

3. i am the monster now.

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Been there done that lol

I used to pretend to be different than I am then wonder why I couldn't find people around me who understood me which is actually crazy like how did I expect to attract like minded people while not openly being myself

Delusional people pleaser tendencies truly are humbling to reflect on in recovery like what the hell was I taking about

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The feelings of clarity that come after spending most of your teenaged years hating yourself are so special and absurd. How could I have been so mean? I had so much to do, learn and build within myself. May we never wake up in the morning wishing to be gone. Ameen

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social media has really warped our perception of creativity and hobbies. Stop doing things to post them. Just write. Just journal. Just sketch. Just read. Just annotate. Just sing. Just crochet. Just do the thing you’re going to do with the assumption no one will ever see or know you did it. Stop performing. Just enjoy it.

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To think that you can make life beautiful through doing what you love, is so thrilling. You can read that book you love, drink your favourite tea, sit in a beautiful garden and just swoon. Admire pretty art in a museum, or whatever you’re passionate about. There’s so much in your control on how you interact with life. Whatever you find your heart swelling for, go reach for it and watch how delightful your life will become.