Limit your tolerance, because when you tolerate people, you teach them that they can cross the line again, and they will. Do not let anyone disrespect you, because every time you allow it, you reduce your own worth in their eyes and in your own.

Someone looked at me and said, “You’ve changed.” I smiled, “Yes.” They expected an apology. A justification. A sentimental speech about growth. Instead, I added, “I leveled up. You? Still collecting excuses?” The room shifted. Because the truth hit harder than the tone. See,

"Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to comfort my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell." Hermann Hesse

She wondered Why She'd allowed The castles in the sky To be built But it was Its lights Pinpointing its outter That Amongst the darkness She liked She felt it Far reaching Pure Although Dark Something Of a comfort Amongst Bleak Her heart so needed

I was talking to my best friend the other day, and I realized the reason I never run out of things to talk about with her is that I have the freedom and comfort to verbalize the constant stream of thoughts in my head without fear of judgment. One deep conversation with someone

#vss365 We wandered aimlessly, no pen to direct us. We were creations, awaiting a future that hadn’t been written, forced to relive past lines like #crazed shadows scrabbling to unmoor from their silhouettes. We crossed worlds to find her. She lay in bed weak, gaunt, her pen

there’s something disappointing about realizing that healing doesn’t make you compatible with everyone. it just makes you more aware. you start noticing who can communicate and who shuts down. who can take accountability and who deflects. and suddenly your options feel smaller.

The older I get the more I realize that there’s levels to this self love shit. Okay you love yourself enough to walk away from people who don’t serve you. But do you love yourself enough to walk away from your own behaviors that don’t serve you and to call out said behaviors?

Some people make you feel alive. You’re sharp. Effortlessly funny. Completely yourself. It's like you're able to express all of you. And around others… it's like your brain powers down. You go blank. You overthink. You forget words. You feel smaller somehow. That’s chemistry.

adulting has taught me that a lot of grown people simply cannot handle hard conversations, accountability or emotional depth. and the beautiful thing is i don’t have to tolerate that. i can absolutely walk away and leave them right where they are.

According to psychology, when someone truly loves you, their biggest fear isn't losing you - it's hurting you. But when someone only loves the way you make them feel, their biggest fear is losing access to you. Know the difference.

Not everyone is built for a love that asks you to step inside the dark without flinching. The kind where the lights are low, your pulse is loud, and trust is the only thing you’re wearing. No audience. No performance. Just two souls unmasked… and brave enough to keep their

this quote from Carl Jung hits so hard. “The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived life. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities. The artist who

As an actual private person, i can tell you for a fact that people act very odd when they cannot figure out who you are or what is really going on in your life beyond the surface. keep it private, people love to ruin things.

When Mary Shelly wrote "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" I really felt that

Human connections are not supposed to feel like mind games. If you’re constantly analyzing someone’s behavior instead of feeling safe in their presence, your nervous system is already telling you something. The body keeps receipt.

Hope is one of the most illusory of emotions. Like romantic love. And resentment flowing back into its hourglass of shards.

as two old friends hobble through life together under grayish silent skies they’re reminded that the best blessings of life are wrapped with familiar yet comforting packaging

I hired a guy to fix my roof. Cheapest quote I got. He showed up in a beat-up truck. He worked for three days straight, 12 hours a day, in the blistering sun. On the last day, I went up to give him a Gatorade. I saw him carefully pulling a nest of baby birds out of the gutter.