s-undayevenings
Stop waiting for the perfect moment. It will never arrive. There are no perfect moments sweetheart. We choose our moments and I want you to start choosing yours and start choosing now. Time will not wait for you and I don’t want you to miss out on your life because you’ve been patiently waiting on the sidelines thinking you have to stay there. You don’t have to sit this life out, your life out. You have a whole field in front of you for you to discover and run around in. It is there for you, let your feet press down on the earth and then start running, start discovering, and never stop.
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christopherevan
They forgot to tell you it’s not always easy,
that just because the ocean seems so
calm at night
doesn’t mean it doesn’t ache
for morning.
They forgot to tell you it takes time,
that weeks may feel like hours
and months may feel like years.
That it only grows deeper in patience
and stronger in absence.
They forgot to tell you it speaks louder
in silence than it ever could in words,
that it listens closer when my hands
talk to yours,
that it lives inside your bones,
and not inside your heart.
They forgot to tell you it makes you
weak at the knees,
and strong in the head.
That it can fill every broken crack,
and heal every open wound.
They forgot to tell you it will leave scars.
They forgot to tell you that you can
give it all away without ever having
it given back to you.
They forgot to tell you that is okay.
They forgot to tell you that memories
don’t fade away.
They forgot to tell you that it hurts.
They forgot to tell you what it means.
I’m here to tell you that it’s worth it.
I’m here to tell you that you’re worth it.
what everyone forgot to tell you about love (via christopherevan)
lora-mathis
I’m sick of being told
more things I need to hate about myself.
My laugh lines are not ugly,
my stomach rolls are not unnatural.
I do not need to possess less mass
and more insecurities
to be beautiful.
My scarred chin and blistered feet
are not imperfections to
powder and scrub.
They are battle wounds from
the years I have spent
tiptoeing around “ugly.”
I will not shed pieces of myself
to fit into the compact space
you call “pretty.”
My biggest obstacle
is not a body
that is susceptible to aging.
It is being told that
beauty must be earned
through primping,
plucking, and killing
any part of me that
dares remind the world I am
human.
I’m Too Tired To Be Beautiful Today | Lora Mathis (via soggypoetry)
portonian-deactivated20140809

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann
Desiderata (Latin for desired things)
Based on an inscription in a Baltimore Churchyard. (via portonian)