notes from today’s performance studies lecture on phenomenology.

(via mamas-still-doing-it-all)

I guess that’s what happens when you’re trying so hard to cling to the positive aspects of life while being so vulnerable and ill.

Reminder for bad days (via disabilityhealth)

Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)

Ayn Rand (via purplebuddhaproject)

Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)

Submitted by anonymous (via infp-quotes)

Pema Chodron (via northernmade)

This past year I made some of the best friends I’ve ever had, but with my disease messing up my emotions I’ve pushed them all away. I want to reach out and apologize, but every time I try I make it worse. The worst part about my illness is what it’s turned me into. I used to be so fun to be around and now I’m such a horrible friend. I’ll never be the same. And that’s worse part about being chronically ill- losing yourself and not being able to help it.

landslide - oh wonder

“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grown-ups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn’t understand a thing about what they were doing. And when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why should you want to give up a child’s wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not-understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.” — Rainer Maria Rilke