i want to dye my hair but with henna
but i don’t want to lose my gray hairs.
but i don’t want to lose my gray hairs.
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i learned how to play pool because i once told my older brother that my other brother was playing pool because he wouldn’t take me with him and ever since, he’s started taking me with him.
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yeah, i might never get a haircut the attachment i have to my hair, or maybe the confidence i feel when it’s curly, is almost scary. i think that’s exactly why i want to cut it. it’s like i like myself more when my hair is out, but at the same time, i hate any kind of attention, and that makes me anxious. i want to be detached from it from all of it.
i hate when i focus on myself meaning i hate when i care about this stuff, i hate when someone compliments something i wore it means i am not going to wear it again around them, idk why i am built like this but i hate any form of good attention it suffocates me.
and idk why
i hate when i focus on myself meaning i hate when i care about this stuff, i hate when someone compliments something i wore it means i am not going to wear it again around them, idk why i am built like this but i hate any form of good attention it suffocates me.
and idk why
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i wonder sometimes, do good things ever show themselves? like, if i wrote about something gentle, or someone that feels like light, in my dusty old journal… would it react? would the ink smell like rain, the pages turn softer, maybe a flower sneak out from between the lines? would the book whisper, “finally a good thing,” and breathe a little easier? i think about that about how maybe the words could hum quietly. but then again, what use is goodness if it fades when the page ends? do all stories have to bruise at the end? tell me, if i wrote you there, would the paper turn cold, or would you make it warm, only for it to freeze again? would it cherish the quick warmth it had, or grow to resent it? is it better to have burned for a moment than to have never existed at all?
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that realization when you finally see , people aren’t shit, it’s just you kept dumbing yourself down.
Forwarded from Such is Life
One of the most valuable lessons a mentor has ever taught me is this:
As a recovering perfectionist, it's easy to miss the point. But it just means that a calm mind can craft more keys to better solutions
Ngl, I find it hard to implement (especially during high stress situations), but whenever I remind myself of that advice, the sense of serenity that momentarily re-aligns my chest to its proper breathing rhythm is hard to miss
It's not a "it will solve everything" advice bc those don't exist anyway. But it's one of those hexagons in the cluster that makes up diamonds
A bit of a caution when implementing this... use it to make peace with losing and not to deceive yourself that nothing is lost. It's a mistake I repeatedly make and wish to avoid. Anyway, I hope this becomes one more feather in the wings you use to ascend behind yourself.
And with that...
God favors the relaxed.
As a recovering perfectionist, it's easy to miss the point. But it just means that a calm mind can craft more keys to better solutions
Ngl, I find it hard to implement (especially during high stress situations), but whenever I remind myself of that advice, the sense of serenity that momentarily re-aligns my chest to its proper breathing rhythm is hard to miss
It's not a "it will solve everything" advice bc those don't exist anyway. But it's one of those hexagons in the cluster that makes up diamonds
A bit of a caution when implementing this... use it to make peace with losing and not to deceive yourself that nothing is lost. It's a mistake I repeatedly make and wish to avoid. Anyway, I hope this becomes one more feather in the wings you use to ascend behind yourself.
And with that...
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