Gloriousdonutpsychicpersona - Just Ally

Reblog for good luck on your exams

merry christmas to the people who have to pretend to be someone they’re not for their families, who don’t have family to celebrate with, who have bad past experiences with the holiday, who are having a rough year and just want to reach the end of it, who couldn’t afford gifts this year and feel guilt over it. merry christmas to everyone but especially those of you who are feeling down.

And so it begins

shoutout to the people who for the longest time didn’t see a future and thought their lives would be over by now. you made it. you’re still going. i know it’s hard building a future you weren’t prepared for, but i believe in you. you’re a survivor.

The heaviness you feel of a life you choose by yourself makes me want to scream sometimes.

Like how did it get so pathetic

Why can’t I just run free through the woods and over deep green meadows. Why can’t I swim in silent mountain lakes. Why can’t I sit still and listen to the waves telling me their story’s or see the moonlight on my skin.

Why do I have to be part of this system in order to survive; and only live on the weekends or at two weeks per year when I’m on holiday.

Why.

please don’t give up on the future you are building yourself one day at a time. every home takes time to be designed and built from the ground up, and so does life.

sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes

Proper boundaries

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore