If you are insecure, guess what? The rest of the world is, too. Do not overestimate the competition and underestimate yourself. You are better than you think.
—T. Harv Eker (via nc-17)
(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via abreuuu)
Softness is not weakness.
It takes courage to stay delicate
in a world this cruel.
—Beau Taplin || Shed your sharp edges.
Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
—note to self (via splitterherzen)
(Source: c0ntemplations, via splitterherzen)
Being good to each other is so important, guys.
Remove yourself from the situation, change it, or accept it totally. If you want to take responsibility for your life, you must choose one of these three options, and you must choose now. Then accept the consequences. No excuses. No negativity. No psychic pollution. Keep your inner space clear.
—Eckhart Tolle (via theglasschild)
(Source: mindofataurus, via dapperdecaf)
Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.
—I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g. (via imtiredofbeingsosad)
Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.
—John Eldridge (via awelltraveledwoman)
(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via chelseatwentysomething)
screw stardust; be iron instead.
be the element that creates stardust.
be the element that causes the largest stars to explode.
be the element that is strong enough to collapse an entire universe.
-k.m | supernovae (via splitterherzen)
(Source: silverlinedmemories, via splitterherzen)
I started promising myself to
never stay anywhere I’m not
very much wanted. I have too
many scars to be breaking
my bones to fit into places
that weren’t made to fit me.
—anne, maybe I always feel out of place because I’m always placing myself where I don’t belong. (via splitterherzen)
When did we become so small and so apologetic? Why do we apologize for our humanity? Love what you love, and make no apologies. This is your identity. The most horrendous suspensions of freedom are self-imposed. We imprison ourselves daily, hourly.
We have one life, one shot at all the glorious things of life, and we walk about constricted, apologetic, afraid. We have so little time; we have so little space upon which to spread our love and our talents and our kindness. Run toward life fulsomely and freely.
It runs from us so quickly, like a frightened dog or youth or daylight. Chase it and care for it.
Of course art should be about something big. Something terribly big must be at stake. I don’t see this anymore. Our art is becoming terribly polite and apologetic, much like us. It slinks away like a sagging breast, empty of milk or promise or comfort.
We need to get very fervent again. We need to get jacked up.
Tennessee Williams (via commovente)
Love this so much