Maychuhopes - Nahsaurjoy

Autumn in Switzerland  🍂

i want to love them-- primarily, myself-- right, so i will make myself better.

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

i have reached the point where i choose to understand. i choose to understand even if the things my loved ones do pain me. i choose to understand as long as they are still with me, as long as i can still hear their voice, and as long as i know that i may ask for their presence at any time.

why is it easier to still keep on wanting someone even if it hurts?

expect that if someone can't love someone else right, they can't love themselves right either.

“Everything you do right now ripples outward and affects everyone. Your posture can shine your heart or transmit anxiety. Your breath can radiate love or muddy the room in depression. Your glance can awaken joy. Your words can inspire freedom. Your every act can open hearts and minds.”

— David Deida

Andrea Gibson

i believe that the best way to respond to your haters is not to respond at all.

you know, the features of my body i admired the most were my eyes. every time i looked in the mirror, i adored the way it glistened with glee. but now that i only see sorrow and pain in them, i'm unable to fall in love with it again.