“Yes, I Sometimes Fail, But At Least I’m Willing To Experiment.” - Bono

I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine.

Bruce Lee (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Arya Stark: Little Red Riding Hood Yara Greyjoy: Gretel Sansa Stark: The Little Mermaid Olenna Tyrell: Baba Yaga Daenerys Targaryen: Cinderella Margery Tyrell: Aurora Brienne of Tarth: Merida Ellaria Sand: The Evil Queen Cersei Lannister: Maleficent

Nunca supe si sentías lo mismo por mi, de lo único que estaba seguro era da que me romperías el corazón.

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“My soul made love to your soul. Long before our bodies met.”

— Anita Krizzan (via love-diaries)

Tonight, I looked up at the sky and saw myself in the constellations.

Kristen Costello (via kristensnotebook)

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I exert considerable effort now to keep my depression distant like how the sun is to the moon. I practice mindfulness now, and I am aware whenever I feel de-energized, depressed and anxious. I just observe these feelings and tell myself that it’s just my mental illness and I should never confuse my biology with my true self. And I am a smart, creative and loving person who just happens to have a chemical imbalance in the brain. I love writing poetry. I love spending time with my family. I love going to the beach. These are the things that make me who I am. Love is the reason why I get out of bed in the morning. Love is the reason why I have this strong commitment to recovering from being suicidal, isolated and self-destructive. Love is the reason why I have this strong desire to change my life for the better. I jog at least half an hour a day because releasing endorphins is just freaking great. I forgive myself now for the little things. Even my father. I have a haircut once every two weeks because I notice that when I look in the mirror and feel handsome—my whole being feels lovely. I text my best friend. I tell him that I’m still fighting my depression. I tell him that I’m doing okay. I eat healthy foods, and I have a schedule every day for my life, and I’m fucking accomplishing things. I’m going out of the house more often now. I’m not that afraid anymore. I’m really making progress. I’m free from the four corners of my dark room and realize that it doesn’t have to be my prison anymore. I can simply choose to go outside and smell the yellow flowers and tell them that I love them. Because I am growing like them. Because I am beautiful like them. And I am grateful for my struggle because it has taught me that I am more resilient than I think. I listen to a song, and I just keep on hoping that things will get better because I am working on it every single day to choose the things that are best for my healing. And let myself be enough.

Juansen Dizon, Recovery (via juansendizon)

In love