mental that an essential part of living is forgetting yourself to a certain extent… in order to fully experience and enjoy moments u have to let go of self analysis and obsession
It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.
invitation, mary oliver// @arthoesunshine // when death comes, mary oliver//to be alive, gregory ott// the dead poets society(1989), quote: walden, henry david thoreau// joseph campbell// the aeneid, virgil// @babyangel-jpg // @rawjoy //sweet, charles bukowski// that it will never come again, emily dickinson// bjenny montero// ? // ? // moments, mary oliver// madness a bipolar life, marya hornbacher// wild geese, mary oliver// letters to a young poet, rainer maria rilke// on earth we’re briefly gorgeous, ocean voung// @ashstfu // i thought on his desire for three days, linda gregg
sorry i’m a freak and this is just me but i hate the new age of everyone trying to healthily therapy everything so you see shit like “wedding vows that express healthy boundaries” like no tell me you’re going to live and die for me tell me you’d eat me alive and kill for me idec. or you see “ways to properly confront someone without arguing” like no sorry if it’s really needed and you’re truly angry you’re gona do it right blood guts screaming and all emotion and crying . “that’s not healthy tho” don’t care didn’t ask + this hole you put me in wasnt deep enough and i’m climbing out right now
