I started calling that girl back.The girl who loved living,the girl who danced instead of walking.The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul.I started playing music again,hoping she would come out.I started looking for beautiful moments to experience.so she would feel safe enoughto show herself.because I knewshe was in thereAnd she needed my kindnessand my effortto come to the surface again.-sc lourie I started calling that girl back. The girl who loved living, the girl who danced instead of walking. The girl who had sunflowers for eyes and fireworks in her soul. I started playing music again, hoping she would come out. I started looking for beautiful moments to experience. so she would feel safe enough to show herself. because I knew she was in there And she needed my kindness and my effort to come to the surface again. -sc lourie
Just be here with me.Signed: The moon. The stars. Your still-hot-cup-of-coffee. Your daughter. Your son. Your spouse. Your heart. The green grass. The wild flowers. The waters you long to swim in. The color yellow. The color blue. Your favorite poem. Your favorite blanket. The wind in your hair. The waves on the ocean. The mountain air. Your dad. Your mom. The rain. The ice-cream cone. The butter sizzling with garlic in the frying pan. The grocery clerk with sad, kind eyes. Postcards waiting to be sent. The city squirrel. The country squirrel. Jupiter. The photo album. Your grandmother’s rosary. Your favorite song. Ink and paper. Your best friend. The money in your wallet. The fork in your hand. Brushes and paint. Downward Facing Dog. The color turquoise. The almost invisible shade of pink. God. The skyline. The earth beneath your feet. A hammock. The shade of a giant tree. This moment, right here, now. Your bones. Your belly laugh. Your breath. Your breath. Your breath. Just be here with me. Signed: The moon. The stars. Your still-hot-cup-of-coffee. Your daughter. Your son. Your spouse. Your heart. The green grass. The wild flowers. The waters you long to swim in. The color yellow. The color blue. Your favorite poem. Your favorite blanket. The wind in your hair. The waves on the ocean. The mountain air. Your dad. Your mom. The rain. The ice-cream cone. The butter sizzling with garlic in the frying pan. The grocery clerk with sad, kind eyes. Postcards waiting to be sent. The city squirrel. The country squirrel. Jupiter. The photo album. Your grandmother’s rosary. Your favorite song. Ink and paper. Your best friend. The money in your wallet. The fork in your hand. Brushes and paint. Downward Facing Dog. The color turquoise. The almost invisible shade of pink. God. The skyline. The earth beneath your feet. A hammock. The shade of a giant tree. This moment, right here, now. Your bones. Your belly laugh. Your breath. Your breath. Your breath.
A note on your worth: Other people’s actions should be informing you about who they are, not about who you are. APRIL GREEN A note on your worth: Other people’s actions should be informing you about who they are, not about who you are. APRIL GREEN
Know this: You are not responsible for the versions of you that exist in other people’s minds. Know this: You are not responsible for the versions of you that exist in other people’s minds.
There’s hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t. John Green There’s hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t. John Green
love is about finding someone who is even better to be around than no one.atticus love is about finding someone who is even better to be around than no one. atticus
I really, really think the secret to being loved is to love. And the secret to being interesting is to be interested. And the secret to having a friend is being a friend. I really, really think the secret to being loved is to love. And the secret to being interesting is to be interested. And the secret to having a friend is being a friend.
make your life better by letting go of the attachment to wanting others to perceive you a certain way. trying to control how others perceive you can drag you into people pleasing. you cannot control another’s perception because it is partially formed by their emotional history. yung pueblo make your life better by letting go of the attachment to wanting others to perceive you a certain way. trying to control how others perceive you can drag you into people pleasing. you cannot control another’s perception because it is partially formed by their emotional history. yung pueblo
Trust the holdup. When something’s held up, it’s because something better is on the way. Gabby Bernstein Trust the holdup. When something’s held up, it’s because something better is on the way. Gabby Bernstein
I am making the choice to go deeper into love, peace, joy, and grace right where I am Morgan Harper Nichols I am making the choice to go deeper into love, peace, joy, and grace right where I am Morgan Harper Nichols