This Video Saved My Life

You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously.

Sophia Bush   (via thatkindofwoman)

In dreams I hear a wind-chime, clarion and beckoning in it’s soft and solitary tone // Part 6

I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

Have people preaching for their partners to be their saviors ever actually had to be that person? When your partner implies that you’re the only person who can fix them, that’s so much pressure forced on you. 

My ex-boyfriend would tell me all his insecurities and his darkest stories and emotions, while he had a therapist, who he told nothing to. Eventually, I had to end it because I couldn’t bear the stress of feeling like his keeper and his only hope. I’m a good listener, and I want to give advice and help, but I’ve got my shit too, and it’s not my job to save someone else.

Also, therapists don’t become therapists for the hell of it. Who would go through years of schooling and still want to listen to horrible stories of trauma and pain and watch the people they help struggle or hurt themselves or kill themselves if they didn’t genuinely care? They have difficulty coping with the emotions that those experiences bring with them, and they are trained professionals. 

Why should I be expected to be capable of doing the same?

y’all need therapy. not girlfriends

“Quietness, silence, total stillness, it is the greatest teacher. Reality shines through when there is silence. If you want to experience reality just keep quiet. That is all you have to do. Shut up. Stop talking. Stop thinking. Stop imagining. Leave it all alone.”

— Robert Adams

“It is to nature I want to return, it is my nature I want to accept.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

Arctic Ocean, Norway, 2006. Photos by Gueorgui Pinkhassov.

She mistrusted reality. She understood infinity. She was weeping, weeping whole seas.

César Vallejo, tr. by Robert Bly, from “At the Border of a Flowering Grave,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

details @ georges hobeika fall 2018