I wanted a perfect ending. Now I‘ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don‘t rhyme, and some stories don‘t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what‘s going to happen next.
via/ snob, kate the great, habitually chic, they all hate us
How would your life be different if…You stopped allowing other people to dilute or poison your day with their words or opinions? Let today be the day…You stand strong in the truth of your beauty and journey through your day without attachment to the validation of others.
via/snob, viciously, they all hate us
It does no good to run. And it does no good to hide. But I know what it‘s like. Your brain shuts down, and you follow your instincts. Or, at least, you think you do. But you know what you‘re really doing? When you flee through the night, or crawl into your little bolt-hole? You know what‘s really guiding you? Controlling you? Pushing you on? Maybe we are running from something because we don‘t want to find out what we are running from.
via/snob, habitually chic, kate the great, they all hate us, anine bing
Intimacy is one of the most favorite reasons to be alive. And I dont just mean the physical aspect it leads to. I mean the number of stories and jokes, and the level of honesty and compassion that lead to the point where I can trust you with my entire body. I have come to realize that I constantly hunger for spiritual intimacy the kind where when I breathe you in, it sets my lungs on fire. The kind where you can look me in the eyes and make me feel completely bare.
via/habitually chic, snob, anine bing
Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.
I got dressed this morning. for myself. put on eye liner. for myself. put on my favorite perfume. for myself. showed a bit of skin. for myself. I wanted to be beautiful. for myself.
via/ anine bing, breed, snob
All the stories I would like to write persecute me. When I am in my chamber, it seems as if they are all around me, like little devils, and while one tugs at my ear, another tweaks my nose, and each says to me, hey, write me, I am beautiful, I am worth it.
via/ haitually chic
You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her secret spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her. me.
via/snob, habitually chic, kate the great, lovely soul
We have a natural tendency to assume that a remarkable chemistry between two souls is confirmation that they are meant to be together. In the heat of profound feelings, it seems counter-intuitive to imagine ourselves separate from our beloved. But chemistry and longevity are not natural bedfellows. Just because we feel earth-shatteringly alive with someone doesn’t mean they are supposed to be our …life partner. They may have come for a very different reason – to awaken us, to expand us, to shatter us so wide open that we can never close again. Perhaps they were sent from afar to polish the rough diamond of your soul before vanishing into eternity. Perhaps they just came to give you new eyes. Better we surrender our expectations when the beloved comes. She or he may just be dropping in for a visit.
via/habitually chic, snob, kate the great, loft I love
All that really matters is to feel alive, if only for a single moment – to feel in Intense Sensation that our existence is not an endless repetition of sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.
via/snob, habitually chic, kate the great