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jiemba:

avantgardne:

geekdawson:

Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, friends….that is a mistake you don’t want to make. 

Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it, kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars…they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you’re going to break your hand. 

Kind people are kind because they know firsthand that life isn’t.

I was just talking to someone about this. Kindness isn’t a natural-born trait, it’s a daily choice, so when you call someone kind you’re not praising their personality, you’re praising their effort. 

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Edit: Today is the day…💞🎉🎊

Today the old world shall be destroyed.

Tomorrow a new world will be born.

We should be ready, yes?

Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara desert says it all

It’s a miracle

All God’s creations great and small

The Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal

That’s a miracle

Test tube babies being born

Mothers, fathers dead and gone

It’s a miracle

coral:

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

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Shall I talk?
Or will you whisper it?
The dreadful thing we have squeezed between us.
The mixture of seasons, your old and my new.
The smell of spicy tobacco I call aroma.
My kind of freedom you loathe when you can’t reach me and I finished all your favourites.
The long nights I spend driving and working.
The late dinners you cook just for one to be heated in the oven ‘not the microwave, you infidel!!’
The early Sunday mornings, starting the day with a shower for two, tumble and dry.
You trimming your beard, whistling your favourite pavane.
Me and my Twinings Tea.
You and your enormous shirts, as gigantic as your wardrobe really, and my silk scarves.
The lightbulb in the bathroom mirror you are too lazy to tight properly and irks me to death (note to self: bring needed tools).

Do you know the words for this Ti?
I shan’t say them.
I knew crushes and silly affections and stupidity.
I used to know broken dreams, flat promises and often no’s.
All the wrong sidestreets of naiveté I walked.
I don’t look to you as an older figure – a father figure the most cinical say, they watch so much and they become so blind – I look at you as Ti.
Never old in my eyes, not with that hungry glint you have.

I have no words but I know there’s no turnin’ back now, not after all this time.

And if there will be an end to this someday it will be worth it, glorious and ours for it won’t be a surprise but a choice.

As you said
“Love is a journey best appreciated in the company of two or more. Sunrise to sunset. No time is wasted when it fills the desires in your soul. Be grateful if you have found it.”

“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.” – Anna Louise Strong

 

Edit 13.43 pm: and my heart breaks at the news…oh we shall never hear your beatific voice again! Oh Montserrat! Sad is the day and darkest is this world! 😭

“Best things in life are the ones you do for yourself.”
∼ myself

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Of course they are!

 

“Best things in life are the ones you do for yourself.”
∼ myself

Sto avendo un attacco di panico per qualche ragione inspiegabile e smonto dal lavoro alle sei.
Caxxo.

How could you resist this beauty and come home unscathed?

No, there’s no way.
Me walking to the office just for a moment to gather my notebook and Ti glancing at it on the counter…

“Fräulein, it’s so très charmant.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you mind if I take her home?”

He’s making puppy eyes…
Damn.
At the end he wins…
Why I’m feeling a little betrayed here… XD
Then I start for home and I find myself caged…

“Sweetheart, dine with me tonight?”
“Okay…”
“I’m making your favorite.”
“Great.”
“Keep the dress on so I shall unwrap my present tonight?”
“So many presents, spoiled child! What about me?”

He smiles.
The kind of smile that I can’t live without, with a touch of mischief in his eyes.
And the the kiss that unravels me from inside out.

“Happy anniversary, now go back to your free day, petite.”

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You can be positive to death but when it all goes to shit one day after the other, you have to admit maybe you’re truly going in the wrong direction.

Or, simply, someone above doesn’t like you very much at the moment.

cwote:

You’re not a shitty person just because some people don’t acknowledge you or appreciate your worth. You matter. You are loved. You’re not defined by what other people think of you. Better yet, why define yourself at all? A definition has limits and boundaries. Seek only to grow, expand, evolve, and change. The right people will persist in your life or appear in due time. Love yourself; focus on yourself; take care of yourself; radiate love, goodness, and kindness; seek knowledge; express gratitude daily; pursue the things that tug at your soul. All else will follow. You’ll be alright. Keep your head up.

renewinglaurenjane:

Do me a favor okay?
Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick, before an eating disorder took over your life. Stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.
You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.

In fewer words.

JUST BE AND TAKE A BREATH.

Manca poco al mio compleanno e dato che arriverò ben presto nella fase ‘enta’ della mia vita (in dodici mesi, sono una previdente io LoL) inizio a chiedermi se è ora di stilare una lista dei pro e contro.
Invero non avrei alcuna intenzione ma mi sono accorta di essere circondata da gente che sembra fare solo quello.
Incastrare la propria esistenza in una serie di ‘bullet points’  e  gallerie multimediali come se davvero fosse possibile.
Più ci penso più mi trovo incapace di raccapezzarmi con questa idea.
Forse dimostro poca intelligenza.
Ho provato con mano che le liste servono solo quando la giornata è talmente piena che la memoria ti lascia.
Sto parlando di liste dai titoli ‘da fare’, ‘da vedere’, ‘da discutere’ eccetera.
Tutte cose che a fine giornata o fine progetto si stracciano.

Non ho mai stilato una lista della mia vita.
Lo trovo inumano e limitativo.
La vita è fatta per essere vissuta al momento, non à la carte.
Mi sentirei totalmente infelice se ogni giorno della mia vita fosse una serie predefinita di posti, conversazioni e persone.
Guarda caso sopra ho dato la mia definizione personale della mia carriera scolastica, un altro motivo per cui non ho mai eccelso, oltre la noia probabilmente.

Sotto un certo punto di vista questa ‘visione della vita’ ci lega le mani.
Perché in fondo, davvero, a che serve essere sui social 7/24, trovare alla Freud smartphone sempre più grossi rispetto ai precedenti, sentire musica a palla perché fa figo, tirare sassi dai cavalcavia e pensare di avere il diritto di sterminare la civiltà umana solo perché sono il figlio di un dittatore e mi manca evidentemente qualche neurone o senso della realtà.
Siamo schiavi di una digitalizzazione di massa, tecnologia che tra poco ci infileranno anche nel cervello per neutralizzare i pensieri del singolo ma mai più in basso a soffocare gli istinti primordiali.

Quindi no, niente liste.
Gli anni avanzano e non mi sento più importante, intelligente o furba di prima.
Vado avanti per la mia strada, mi spremo le meningi e tanti saluti.

(e se vi siete mai chiesti cosa leggo per ‘sport’ invece che per scrivere provate qualcosa del signore qui sotto, l’ultima è stata ‘Memorie del Terzo Reich’ di Albert Speer)

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“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.”

– Nikita Gill, You Have Become a Forest (via meanwhilepoetry)

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