Yf, I hope one day I'll share with you all the pages I wrote to you. I hope you'll understand what it meant for me to have you in my life. I hope you'll see how much our conversations and our smiles meant to me, how much they still do. You'll soon be moving miles away but I pray our paths will cross again someday and you'll look at me the way I look at you. With tenderness and love and above all, gratitude. I'm lucky I got to know you. You deserve the whole world, and much more, my sunshine.
You can’t reach the goals you want without sacrificing parts of the version of you that you are right now.
Ask yourself this:
If you had everything you want right now, would you be able to handle it?
You are the top tier.
You study consistently, every day, bit by bit. You get As. You have this thirst of knowledge and you quench it. Doors break open for you. You feel comfortable in your knowledge. There’s no hesitation, and if you don’t know, you know how to seek new answers, and if there’s no answers, you know you don’t bullshit others and you say humbly that you don’t know the answer.
You’re prepared facing obstacles, you see much farther than others, you prepare yourself ahead. You know how to navigate bumps smoothly because youre looking much farther than anybody else. You save much more than others, you don’t go broke. You prepare more than necessary, you can help others.
You set aside money every time you receive your salary, you don’t blow up every dollar on useless crap. You build up wealth, you invest in well researched investments, and money returns stronger than ever. You become comfortable, there’s absolutely no worries of bad days.
You meticulously work hard, nobody can say anything wrong about you. You’re extremely professional, and you give your absolute best. No weak answers. No obstacles, consistency wins over always. Your take no bullshit and give no bullshit. Always going up and up and up.
You captivate others by your exceptional listening skills. They feel fundamentally understood by you, there’s genuine connections. All your friends are as high value as you, and conversations are always interesting. Children look up to you, they say “I want to be her”.
You are the top tier.
(via essenceofrose)
There is a cultural crisis happening.
Women are expected to reject their “women privilege” (free drinks, attention, etc.) they receive as women.
However, Women are still expected to maintain the reasons they experience this women privilege: being beautiful, doing their hair, working out, being charming, etc.
Women are expected to perform the “feminine burdens” but still reject the corresponding “women privilege”
To make matters worse, Women are then expected to uptake some of the “masculine burdens”: paying for dates, high earning jobs, working long hours, etc.
BUT Women are then still denied the corresponding “male privilege” of professional respect, higher salaries, voice heard, etc.
Women are now expected to perform more “masculine burdens” but without any corresponding “male privilege”
There is a cultural push for Women to ultimately reduce their privileges but increase their burdens. Be aware of this.
(via thefemmerefinery)
Be that woman who is always learning and overachieving.
Be that woman who uses SPF50 even in winter because she has done her research on skincare and the importance of taking care of her skin all-year round.
Be that woman who looks polished to the nines for any occasion, simply because every day is an occasion to celebrate her divine femininity.
Be that woman who wears her pearls, silky robes and perfume even at home and doesn’t need a special occasion to enjoy luxury.
Be that woman who chooses her own wellbeing, her own selfcare, her own mental health, above all (because nobody gets a medal for being a doormat and sacrificing their life for another).
Be that woman who takes great care of her skin, body and hair by educating herself and investing in the best products for her - even before she’s 40, or 30, even before any skin conditions appear forcing her to take better care.
Be that woman who is so incredibly brave to step outside her comfort zone and continuously challenge herself to become a better person, a kinder person; to do more, to achieve more, to be more.
Be that woman who whenever she hits rock bottom, she mourns her losses, but next day is reborn from the ashes like a phoenix, ready to conquer the world again, because the only direction she is moving towards is forward.
(via hypergamiss)
“You know the pain is going to hit sooner or later. It’s that moment before a car crash when the wheels swerve and everything turns into a blur. You know you’re going to crash, but all you do is hope the airbag doesn’t forget to inflate. But it does; and suddenly your head goes through broken glass windshields and everything is pitch-black. That’s what it felt like to lose you. It was that moment of impact on repeat. It was tires screeching and heads going through windshields and so much black. It was watching the car sidetrack a hundred times over and still not being able to stop it. It was that moment of awareness, when you know you’ve lost control, but the car doesn’t go any slower.”— Reena B.| It never made it hurt any less, either.
I’m not really sure what we had but I know that it’s gone and it’s never coming back.
“The next time I tell someone about you; I’m changing the ending. I didn’t hear the door slam and you never spat your goodbye like blood out of your throat. You never broke that plate and I didn’t continue to step on its pieces months after you left. You missed that plane and I picked you from the airport. We drove back home and the bed never got cold. I didn’t write poems about losing you for two years after. I wrote poems about your eyes and what it felt like to wake up to them. I wrote poems about your coffee and your breakfast and your wine and your dinner. I wrote poems about how this love was so large it broke through the walls, tore down all the wallpaper, scathed the brick. The next time I tell someone about you, I’m telling them my version of us; the one where you’d stayed.”— Reena B.| The one where I never have to write this poem. (via rbcages)
“she says she loves you and you wonder how quickly parts of yourself will begin to unravel. how fast the stitches will give way. how fast your chest will burst open; spill out all your empty, all the things she never sees. she says she loves you and all your dark itches to break loose. all your crooked and heavy. she says she loves you and it presses itself against the roof of your mouth; makes itself present. you wonder if it’ll break apart between her lips when you kiss. if the blood comes spilling, if she runs when she sees it. she says she loves you but she never hears the hum of the beast in your chest, never hears it growl.”— Reena B.| She says she loves you but she doesn’t even know you.
it scares me how temporary everyone/everything is
(via weedtortoise)
Hard truths about love:
1. Everybody’s love looks different.
2. Not everyone one can love you the way you need. That doesn’t mean they love you any less. That also doesn’t mean you need to stay.
3. Sometimes the most loving thing is letting go.
❣️🍒 i wish everyone that sees this a very sweet february 🍒❣️
do y’all realize just how beautiful it is that everything is interconnected in this universe like if you didn’t do that one thing then you probably would’ve never met certain people or if you decided to stay in that one place or didn’t read that one book then things could be so different that’s so crazy
i think about this all the time
(via svbsistings)
