im leaving California tomorrow and hearing my dad say he’s proud of me and that he’s not worried about me is so bittersweet. the fact that I cried now but not when I said bye to t earlier is very strange (yes I am seeing t later this week) it’s definitely weird bc my parents are getting old and frail. rubbing my dads back while we hugged made me think about how weak he’s getting. I’ll have to make a real journal post soon.

uptional:

“The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.”

— Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening (via diorky)

babyspicegf:

its really comforting to know that all the times i was at my lowest and loneliest in the past the whole time i had my self in the future and present who had survived those things looking back with love and tenderness and wishing desperately to offer comfort…i am my own guardian angel and i can use that knowledge when im struggling now and remember that somewhere there is a version of me that has survived this and is watching me with love and pride and joy in her heart

pure-leafs:

aidashakur:

“6 months from now I will be in a different situation.”

Speak it into existence.

SIX MONTHS FROM NOW I WILL BE IN A DIFFERENT SITUATION