On the inside:
On the outside:
How I feel about my ex
I am a lover of what is, not because I’m a spiritual person, but because it hurts when I argue with reality.
Loving What Is (via cherpeace)
“I’m Just a Little Penguin.”
I did a similar penguin joke the other week but I hope you enjoy this one in spite of my repetition.
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
Jon Blais (via blua)
But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves.