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)

(Source: observando)

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


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


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
(via poemsandtea)

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)

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

Alan Cohen (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Recovery isn’t a buffet. You can’t pick and choose what parts you want to do and what parts you don’t want to do. The only way out is through.

(via kidsontherunn)

Wow I need to remember this.

(via patience-in-recovery88)