Some people canβt believe in themselves
Until someone else believes in them first
So be the first to believe in yourself
Until someone else believes in them first
So be the first to believe in yourself
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βI need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.β
β Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
β Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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βI'm homesick all the time... I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon.β
β Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
β Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
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βI need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.β β Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I need an older brother, one carved from the solid oak of certainty.
A holiday, where the insistent buzzing in my head finally ceases, where flowers surround me instead of unending papers. Maybe a pass to life's exams β no more analyzing every fleeting moment until it bleeds dry. I want the coffee to stop tasting like gasoline. A friend I can smile with, a genuine, unforced smile that doesn't feel like a performance for the unseen audience, who knows the quiet hum of despair that lives within me. But I'm an introvert who easily get tired of small talks.
A holiday, where the insistent buzzing in my head finally ceases, where flowers surround me instead of unending papers. Maybe a pass to life's exams β no more analyzing every fleeting moment until it bleeds dry. I want the coffee to stop tasting like gasoline. A friend I can smile with, a genuine, unforced smile that doesn't feel like a performance for the unseen audience, who knows the quiet hum of despair that lives within me. But I'm an introvert who easily get tired of small talks.
Growing up is an endless process of me looking back at younger versions of myself and being like...wow she was so young! But look how well she did with what she knew.
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Growing up is an endless process of me looking back at younger versions of myself and being like...wow she was so young! But look how well she did with what she knew.
And look at me now, I go to school and still don't know what to do in the freaking kitchen (don't ask about the road)
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Let's skip the ' let's get to know each other ' phase cuz I don't know myself
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Let's skip the ' let's get to know each other ' phase cuz I don't know myself
Elizabeth is that you?
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I waited patiently for the LORD, and he turned to me and heard my cry for help
Psalms 40:1
Forwarded from Intrusive Thoughts
Everything is moving and you are stagnant, shouldn't that bother you?