#motivation

[annasanthology]

[landsccape]

[imnothingbutpoetry]

Manifesting motivation with these kinds of posts

The Shape of Ideas

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

May you never lose joy in writing

[emotionalwords]

[sleepwxlk]

“To My Younger Self”

(A Letter Through Time)

Dear younger me, so fragile yet bold,

You carried a weight no child should hold.

Born in Switzerland, a life you’d known,

Until the age of 9, when you left your home.

To Lebanon’s warmth, you rebuilt anew,

Friends and a life in a world fresh and true.

But at the age of 12, it was all swept away,

Back to Switzerland, where you’d start again each day.

In a family hostel, you found your bed,

Where dreams felt distant, and hunger fed.

Scooting to school through the biting cold,

A warrior, even at twelve years old.

At 15, your world began to break,

A storm at home that you couldn’t escape.

Your mother’s mind began to fray,

Schizophrenia’s grip pulling her away.

The police came knocking, the neighbors stared,

Her episodes left you broken and scared.

At school, the bullying cut deep inside,

Leaving you with nowhere to hide.

Depression crept in, heavy and slow,

Filling your heart with an endless woe.

Thoughts of escape darkened your nights,

One attempt to end the fight.

When your mother left, your anger burned,

A wound so deep, you thought she’d spurned.

For two long years, you refused to speak,

Your heart too shattered, your voice too weak.

Your dad, distracted, withdrew to his room,

His voice on the phone pierced the house’s gloom.

The woman he loved replaced your mom,

Yet her presence stole the home’s last calm.

You and your sister carried the load,

Cooking and cleaning on a weary road.

Caring for your brother, buying his clothes,

As you fought for balance, the pressure rose.

At 17, the fights grew loud and raw,

Your sister screaming at flaws she saw.

Her toxic boyfriend, cruel and unkind,

Left her trapped in chains she cannot unwind.

At 20, love bloomed for the very first time,

A moment of light that felt so divine.

But when it ended, your heart fell apart,

Healing was hard—it broke you to start.

At 21, your mother returned to mend,

Her healing brought hope, though hard to extend.

Yet as you worked to repair and to grow,

A breakup dragged you to valleys of woe.

For two more years, you carried the pain,

Fighting to rise, to feel whole again.

The weight of the past, the scars you wore,

Still couldn’t keep you from wanting more.

At 24, your triumph began,

A medical assistant, a steady plan.

You started to heal, to piece life together,

The storm inside calming like clearer weather.

Still, your sister remains in her pain,

Trapped in a cycle of heartbreak and strain.

To her, one message I whisper in light:

“You deserve freedom; keep up the fight.”

Depression still lingers, but it’s not your master,

Anxiety whispers, but you move faster.

The girl who once thought she’d never be free,

Has grown into a woman of strength—look and see.

So to my younger self, so scared, yet true,

The pain you endured shaped the beautiful you.

I’m sorry, I love you, and thank you for staying,

For holding on when the world felt decaying.

Hold onto hope, let resilience shine,

The stars you once dreamed of are yours to align.

- DK

[remindingpersephone]

THIS. This right here is the only instruction manual for life that you need. Take care of this stuff, and everything else will sort itself out.

[gulistan-blog]

㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

[annasanthology]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[mellybaggins]

it's the only reason I'm still writing this damned fic. There are days I feel I'll never finish it, but I HAVE to. The story won't leave me alone.

“Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.”

— Winston Churchill

[caats]

A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡

[needtotalkilllisten]

[perfectquote]

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

[feathery-dreamer]

haven't watched the show except a couple eps but I approve aggressively