"We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all."

The Breakfast Club (1985)

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Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people’s fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free.

C. JoyBell C (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.

Louis Aragon, Treatise on Style (via bookoisseur)

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I dropped the myth of BALANCE a long time ago. (I buried it right next to PERFECT.) My life seems happiest — as I tried to explain to this young woman the other night — when I just surrender to the madness, and embrace the glorious mess that I am…and also when I embrace the glorious mess that everyone else is, and the glorious mess of the world itself. My life gets the most painful when I try to set the entire mess (myself other people, life itself) into order.
The world is like a dropped pie most of the time. Don’t kill yourself trying to put it back together. Just grab a fork and eat some of it off the floor. Then carry on.
If you can get some stuff done in the chaos sometimes, god bless you. If you can basically hold it together, propping yourself up with duct tape and glue, rock on. If you can manage stay upright even one hour a day, you’re doing pretty great, as far as I’m concerned. And if you can be kind to the other stumbling fools around you half the time — well, that’s just heroic.
Basically, I think we are all just sloppy stupendous champions. Onward!

Elizabeth Gilbert

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Silence can be ominous and overwhelming, carving scars into your flesh, Or it can be beautiful.

yournotetoself:

Girl, embrace the silence.

Too often you remember silence in its darkest sense,

The silence of every suicide letter and every heart-felt sob,

When you curled on your floor to sleep, too broken to crawl into bed.

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I don’t want to be
the other half of your soul.
I want to be the one
who reminds you
that you’re already whole.

G.S.,  to: my heart in human form
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First of all, you need to know that an emotion is only that—an emotion—even though it may be a big, strong one. You are so much bigger, so much more than this emotion.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via thecalminside)