your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
On healing:
I'm trying to be beautiful and to heal
but im dying and it's hard
to heal beautifully...
I want to get through this and be suprised there's still good left in this world
but I wonder if I'm living the life of a girl who dies young, chaotic and brief, mostly unknown, morning news
Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet
the feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of. disappear.
gonna take a hot shower and put on a big t shirt and my undies and i’m gonna sit on the floor and color at my coffee table like im 6 years old again and then i’ll feel better
sylvia plath