Goldpetrichor - Poetry/Quotes

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

Thomas Moore (via psych2go)

Late Night Panic

I'm laying here. Waiting the inevitable. I've failed myself once more. What happened to those dreams? They seem far away now, practically unreachable. How'd I let myself fall so far from where I wanted to be. I don't know...please help me.

'women in stem' what about women in their twenties trying to function like a normal adult and failing at it

“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”

— Joseph Campbell (via quotemadness)

“La Lluvia” ~ Jacqueline Acuña

Este poema está dedicado a mi nana, que descanse en paz. Donde sea que te encuentres, espero que sepas que te amo y te extraño. Espero que te guste este poema. Hay otra versión en Ingles titulado “The Rain”. 

“La Lluvia”:

La lluvia nos saludo en el principio del fin.

Nos dirigió hacia el camino adelante.

Un camino enlodado, lleno de piedras, con saltos y golpes.

Un camino muy bien viajado.

Un camino lleno de dolor.

Un camino que dirige a todos hacía el mismo, desgraciado final.

Y igual como vino, se fue.

Inesperadamente.

Nos dejó empapados en lágrimas de tristeza, de alegría.

Pero la lluvia nos trajo juntos, nos unió.

Y juntos lloramos su partida.

Llorábamos porque sin ella había una sequía en nuestros corazones que nunca va estar resuelto.

Las nubes también se juntaran, por el resto del tiempo y llorarán por su memoria.

La agua goteando desde el cielo no estará llena de su presencia.

La agua no será suficiente para aliviar el dolor de la desaparición de la lluvia.

Y aunque no queramos aprender a vivir con el dolor y la sequía lo tendríamos que hacer.

Solamente tenemos su memoria para satisfacer nuestra sed de querer verla, de querer estar redondeados de su presencia.

Solamente tenemos su memoria de la frialdad recorriendo nuestra piel, llevando con ella nuestras preocupaciones y dolor.

Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia—llorando gotas tratando de limpiar el dolor de haberla perdido.

Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia para recordarla.

You see,  this is my issue with parents who don’t give their kids privacy as well. They are the same ones who are like “This is my house, I pay the bills. You can do whatever you want when you start paying your own bills in your own house.” 

sigh

You’re not creating space for you’re child to grow. You’re just restricting and preventing their growth. 

“I had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn’t my room, it was her room and I was merely permitted to occupy it. Her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and I was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true I cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: That my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. That no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else’s whim.”  ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

Okay but, I hate reading hurt/angst but love writing it. Torturing myself is one thing, doing it to characters & audience is another. 😂

me when I click on a hurt/comfort fanfic and there's hurt in it:

you can’t please everyone with your art/writing and what counts as good art/writing is highly subjective so it’s okay to make the resolution to yourself that if a single person likes your work then that means it’s good, it has worth, and it has value

and it’s okay to make the resolution that the single person in question is allowed to be you

“Be strong enough to stand alone, smart enough to know when you need help, and brave enough to ask for it.”

— Unknown