Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
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Cheryl Strayed (via wwwsally)
Don’t dwell on things. Don’t stay in one place too long. It was the only way to stay ahead of sadness.
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Rick Riordan, The Lost Hero (via observando)
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.
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Unknown (via makelvenotwar)
Most of the time people don’t want help.
They just want to be heard,
and to know that someone cares.
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My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
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(note to self)
13 things my uncle told me before he died:
not everyone has the blessing to understand sadness
when waiting at the bus stop, it’s okay to smoke cigarettes
never touch anyone else’s clothes at the laundromat
it’s okay to miss the people who were bullets to you
when your grandmother asks you how you are, be honest
never be afraid to say “no” even after you’ve said “yes”
if someone tells you graffiti isn’t art, prove them wrong
remember people by their eye color not their clothes
you’re allowed to like dark chocolate with tangerines
don’t lie that you don’t have a lighter when you really do
turn your phone off every once in a while and find the moon
if you want a tattoo, don’t let anyone tell you not to get it
if you ever find yourself at the graveyard, read the names
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(poems from my uncles grave)
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.
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Ferdinand Foch, as quoted in The 32nd Infantry Division in World War II by Harold Whittle Blakeley (via perfect)