notes to self

25.10.12

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  • You don’t have to achieve great things by the time you’re 25
  • You have intrinsic value above and beyond your perceived utility to other people and society at large.
  • You don’t have to have sex, or have sex in any way that you find uncomfortable or unpleasant, to keep anyone’s love or good opinion of you. They didn’t love you or think very well of you to start with if they demand it.
  • You don’t have to stay with someone who isn’t meeting your emotional or sexual needs because they need you, or you’ve been with them for awhile, or you need to be in a relationship. You need you. Your time is your own and it is finite.
  • It’s ok to work at a job you enjoy that doesn’t make you miserable even if it’s not a career and it won’t “lead to anything.”
  • Your life is not a narrative. It is not leading to anything, there is no overarching thesis, it does not have themes beyond the usual shared cultural experiences of your time and place. This is ok. It does not mean that your life is without purpose or meaning.
  • It’s ok not to like or get along with the vast majority of people you encounter, so long as you afford them the same respect, courtesy and dignity that they afford you.
  • Expensive is not always better.
  • Failure is temporary if you’re still alive.
  • People are both much better and much worse than you’d suspect, but usually not all at once.
  • Stop thinking of your future self as a different person and it will be easier to prevent money and health problems.
  • Let people help you, lean on them when you need to, and be available to help, but don’t swing too far in either direction. Try to carry your half of the life basket as evenly as you can.
  • Set boundaries, and do not be afraid to kick people out of your life who disregard them. You will not end up alone and unloved. People who love you will be ok with your boundaries.
  • Your power does not come from money or beauty, but from seeing life steadily and wholly, from a curious and thoughtful mind, and from your ability to say no when you want to, and yes when you want to, and I don’t know when you don’t know.
  • There will be bad times, maybe lots of bad times, but not only bad times.
  • Love will not heal the wounds in your soul, but love can give you the impetus to begin the work of healing yourself.
  • Life might be a long series of starting over, and that’s alright.
  • You’re really cool, you’re really beautiful, you’re really special. Really. Not to everyone, but to a lot of someones sometimes. 
from Things I want to tell people, that I wish people had told me

    o nada que é tudo

    23.10.12

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    I believe that around us there is only one word on all sides, one immense word which reveals our solitude and extinguishes our radiance: Nothing! I believe that that word does not point to our insignificance or our unhappiness, but on the contrary to our fulfillment and our divinity, since everything is in ourselves.
    from Hell by Henri Barbusse

    dos dias em que preferias não ter saído da cama

    23.10.12

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    have you ever woke up feeling like you just run the marathon. all your body aches.
    you lose your appetite. you can't even inhale properly, the simple act of breathing demands so much effort from you.
    what am I doing wrong, you wonder, when hours of sleep suck all your energy, when it should be the other way around.

    There’s zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.

    23.10.12

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    (via Brain Pickings)

    para lembrar que não há mal nenhum em ser-se introvertido.

    hoje levo esta para a cama

    22.10.12

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    We Drift Like Worried Fire by Godspeed You! Black Emperor

    dos filmes mindfuck

    21.10.12

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    - Are... Are you okay?

    - I'm not... I'm not okay. I went to another world, Rosemary. I see what others cannot see.

    - Please...

    - I looked into the eye of God. It looked right back through me. It looked through everything. Rosemary, it was so, so, so beautiful. Like a black rainbow. And it chose me. It chose to reveal itself to me.
    You're nothing. You're less than nothing. Just... spit in the wind.

    from Beyond The Black Rainbow