Curated By Em

I am full of love for every one. And everything is soft and vague and very sad. It is sad, it is sad. But everything has meaning,

Sometimes strength means knowing when to say goodbye.

I want

Your body is your home. Your temple. Your own sacred space. Please be careful with how you treat it, both physically and mentally.

Pull off your mask and allow for yourself to become vulnerable. Only when we’re vulnerable are we able to reach the real sustenance of life.

I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel — drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have — that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

And yet I love this quiet clouded day. I love this settled stillness, and this feeling that, at any moment, down may come the rain. Should you say wasted? No, not really. Something is gathered. This quiet time brings one nearer.

ethereal things to stay alive for

Despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.