Cookies in a basket 🧺🍪

I think we’re so afraid of being perceived as human instead of this unattainable concept of a person that we’ve forgotten how to be human around other humans. Because why are you so afraid of showing that you have an affinity towards someone when they obviously possess that for you as well? Even if they didn’t, what are you afraid of? Being rejected? Being perceived in a manner that is not controlled by you?

I think a big factor of being human as well is being misunderstood. Somebody is interpreting you to a point where they have an opinion about you. You’re not supposed to like everybody’s rendition of you, but you’ll never know that until you put it out there. You won’t find your people unless you let yourself be vulnerable enough to be misunderstood

The inconsolable thought that you might be meant for the life you’re living right now. Thought that you might just not be good enough or lovable enough or pretty enough. None of it is true. Your brain feeds you lies and you mustn’t trust it. It is imperative for you to understand that you are lovable and worth everything you wish to be right now. It’s okay to not have good friends or good people around you, it isn’t a reflection of you. The only way to find good people around you, is to become a good person. Become the person who smiles at strangers and does the nice thing just because. Become the person who feeds the stray dog and gets their friends flowers just because. You will never truly be happy if you strive to be understood by everyone. You are unique and you will find your set of people

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now”.

I made a crostata for my mom :]

i am grateful for my home that shelters me from the brutal winter cold. i am grateful for the hot water in my shower. i am grateful for my oven and stovetop which heat the delicious meals i am blessed to cook.

i am grateful for my big mug, filled with hot green tea and honey. i am grateful for the warmth of it in my hands. i am grateful for the comfort of a soft blanket and the relief of resting back against a plush pillow.

i am grateful for the time to rest and the time to be slow. i am grateful to watch the birds visit my window feeders and take reprieve to eat. i am grateful for the peace around me in my home. i am grateful to have a safe place of my own.

i am grateful to exist as i am in this simple, little life of mine.

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Hunkering down for the storm.

i love fresh lined pages waiting to be filled with words & thoughts. i love journaling. i love having a special journal. i love collecting journals.

i love having different journals for different things. i love seeing wear and tear on my journals, showing use and life and endurance for the long haul. i love the creases in the spine of a well loved journal.

i love writing. with a pen, on a keyboard, on scraps of paper that i save for later. i love the vast openness of my journal and how much space i can take up within it. i love the freedom and privacy and intimacy and raw vulnerability that keeping a journal gives.

i love my journal like my best friend. she is always there for me, always reliable and unwavering. i am grateful to know the joy and comfort of keeping a notebook.

At this point, my books are just storage for my flowers.

Looking for a new vampire lair.

♡

Nothing like a long overdue deep talk with an old friend <3

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Ein Mann im weißen Hoodie und zerrissener Jeans posiert auf einem Hocker

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a moodboard for the name amy, requested by anonymous

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