feliste:

inloveforevr:

I only ever want the simple and small things. A bowl of fruit. To exist comfortably. To be accepted. To be loved. To eat nice food. To laugh as much as I can.

inloveforevr:

Self improvement is great but ultimately? you have to accept your self. Yes you can eat better, exercise more, read more, set boundaries, love your self, but it all comes down to this. Some days you won’t have the energy to do any of these things. And you’ll look in the mirror and think that this is not enough. That’s a lie. The biggest love for self is to live slowly. To rest. To really rest. Have a nap. Eat what makes you feel good. Read if you want to. Embrace yourself and accept that you cannot and will not be ever be perfect. Accept that you are good enough. You don’t need to keep busy all the time. you don’t need to go out all the time and post on instagram. You don’t need to journal if you don’t want to. You don’t need to make art if you don’t want to. Breathe, give yourself grace and compassion. Give yourself the love and tenderness you so badly need. Be gentle with yourself. You are trying and it is good enough. You are good enough.

cheruib:

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

seu-bobo-da-corte:

poeridico:

seu-bobo-da-corte:

Sim 🤡

seu-bobo-da-corte:

lampeja:

todos os dias eu acordo e digo a mim mesma bem baixinho: não se traia, por favor. seja quem você realmente é…

[sem medo]

someonewasheree:

“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

seu-bobo-da-corte:

sweetdany:

fairydrowning:

“Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.”

– Virginia Woolf, The Waves

fairydrowning:

“I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

– Charles Bukowski

floretado:

Meu objetivo é me dar tudo que eu mereço.

— Monalisa.

escrevinhar:

às vezes
chorar
não é
por estar
triste
mas estar
cansado
com a
sensação
de ser
insuficiente

-es.