fairy_drowning

[TEXT ID: Flowers are growing inside my body and I wish to be with you so I can cut them out and give that to you. A bouquet of unsaid love is now turning into grief. END ID]

"I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again."

"It was September. In the last days when things are getting sad for no reason."

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

"I am more broken down than recovered. An empty vessel, still intact yet already in the dust among the broken fragments; or already in fragments yet still ranged among those that are intact. Full of lies, hate, and envy. Full of incompetence, stupidity, thickheadedness. Full of laziness, weakness, and helplessness."

"People cry out of fatigue. But how horrible it is to hear someone say, ‘she’s just tired.’ Tired, yes, certainly, but just? There’s nothing just about it."

"This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand."

You believe romanticizing life means constantly striving to create a life extraordinary enough to romanticize. But the truth is it's not a matter of creating something extraordinary. It's a matter of realizing the beauty in the life you already have. When was the last time you appreciated the way gravity hugs you to the Earth? When was the last time you heard the wind and called it music? When was the last time you studied the lines on a stranger's face and tired to read the map of their past. Tell me, how long has it been since you submerged your head in the sea? How long has it been since you befriended the trees? How long has it been since you laid in the field and listened to the humming of the bees? There is romance in morning walks. There is artistry in a sunset sky. They is magic in late night talks. There is an entire universe in a person's eyes. So, if you are looking for extraordinary, you don't have to try.

Me and my unhealthy eating and sleeping habits and just my delusional thoughts against this world.

"Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar..."

[TEXT ID: "If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb." END ID]

"All roads lead to you even those I took to forget you."

July please be kind with us and give us some beautiful memories to remember you again.

[TEXT ID: Little things that aren't little at all — Eye contact. "I admire the way you see the world." Comfortable silence. "This made me think of you." Sharing music (a love language) "You make me feel less alone." Kept promises. Chosen family. "Text me when you get home." When someone remembers a small detail about you, or a story you care about told. The way someone you says your name. "Go look at the sky right now." Reciprocity. "See you soon." Finding human beings who care just as deeply as you. "I like the way I feel when I am with you." Feeling like you've known someone forever, even though you just met. "I'm proud of you." END ID]

Having love and kindness just in your heart is one of the most important thing too.