“I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.”
“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.””— Ursula K. Le Guin
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m really doing enough.
Am I good enough for you?
Am I even enough for me?
Some days I’m not sure.
It feels I’m carrying a weight on my shoulders that’s pulling me down.
Keeping up with everything is just too much.
I stopped being a presence on the internet almost two months ago.
I stopped caring about my classes as much - doing the bare minimum required instead of throwing myself head first at tasks like I did before.
But I’m trying.
I wake up trying to be optimistic, thinking “maybe today will be a good day”.
And if it’s not, there’s always tomorrow.
There’s always tomorrow.
This lessens the weight on my shoulders and lets me stand just a little bit taller.
Even if it turns out that tomorrow is no better, today I can still believe that it will be okay.
There’s always tomorrow.
I just have to make it through today.
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Ana Zilhão | @_goodoldfashioned
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