Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.
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You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.
Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more.
I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.
— Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream
Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace
and sudden flame catching.
— Rumi, from The Essential Rumi
, trans. Coleman Barks (via litverve
It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than anyone else, but simply because it is in my nature to love the silent backwater.