"To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it."

Ernest Hemingway (via everythingyoulovetohate)

When I read this I read it with one extra word. It wasn’t until the third read that I realized it didn’t say in. As in; 

To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it in

I think that says a lot about me. And how sometimes my hurt is from letting in. But I can’t regret that. I can’t regret believing in another human. Even if just for a moment. 

(Source: saddest-summer, via hennnypotter)

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I believe in slowing down to catch your breath before you actually hit the breaking point where your body falls apart. 
I believe in pushing yourself to the limit, lungs screaming, muscles shaking, heart beating into your skull limit, but in doing so, recognizing that there is, indeed, a limit. 
I believe that while hard work and perseverance can push that limit into eternity, it’s impossible to do it all at once in one breath. 
I believe in prophylactic sick days. 
I believe in cookies and photos and shirts with skulls on them. 
I believe in birthdays and catching up and celebration just because. 
I believe that I am enough. 

I believe in slowing down to catch your breath before you actually hit the breaking point where your body falls apart. 

I believe in pushing yourself to the limit, lungs screaming, muscles shaking, heart beating into your skull limit, but in doing so, recognizing that there is, indeed, a limit. 

I believe that while hard work and perseverance can push that limit into eternity, it’s impossible to do it all at once in one breath. 

I believe in prophylactic sick days. 

I believe in cookies and photos and shirts with skulls on them. 

I believe in birthdays and catching up and celebration just because. 

I believe that I am enough. 

I Believe In Your Victory by This Will Destroy You

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I’ve started a new study group with a couple of ladies in my class. We’ve got mountains ahead of us, but we’re climbing together. This time. One of them sent this song to the group. She believes in our victory. We believe in hers. Together we will not only climb mountains; we will move them. 

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fivegrains:

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how do you un-believe? 
i have this rock. it’s a little whitish grayish rock. in capital, machine-cut letters it says BELIEVE. 
the woman who gave it to me is one of the most amazing humans i’ve ever met. i’ve known her since we were five. 
it’s really a cheesy, mass-produced piece of capitalist consumerism, but i treasure it. not it so much as what it is a physical manifestation of. 
when i hold it, its perpetually-cool weight pulls my hand down just enough so that the muscles in my arm remind me that i’m alive. 
i think of that friend;
and all of the sunshine and love and beautiful imperfection of a bumbling human with a pure heart and a strong mind and a world of good intentions and lessons - both taught and learned, and memories, and hope;
that she embodies.
and i do,
i do believe. 
in anything, and everything.
in whatever i need to believe to be able to fly,
like wendy and john and michael and peter pan.
.
but what happens when believing in something is no longer what you want. 
when you realize that flying sometimes makes you queasy, 
and sometimes you just want your feet planted on solid ground. 
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what do you do then?
how do you un-believe?
. 
because i’ve found, over the years, that i’m pretty good at believing;
at trusting. at loving. at knowing that if i run - at full force, to the edge of a cliff, and when i get to the edge, if i spread my wings and just believe - i can fly.
.
but i’m not that good at un-believing.
and sometimes, when i think my feet are firmly planted in the soil, i start to float upwards again, and the next thing i know i’m bundled up in fog, snuggled up amongst the stars, and even if i want to, even when i want to, even when it’s cold and lonely up there and the thing i believed that got me there in the first place is nowhere to be seen, i’m not really sure how to get down.  

fivegrains:

Taken with instagram

how do you un-believe? 

i have this rock. it’s a little whitish grayish rock. in capital, machine-cut letters it says BELIEVE. 

the woman who gave it to me is one of the most amazing humans i’ve ever met. i’ve known her since we were five. 

it’s really a cheesy, mass-produced piece of capitalist consumerism, but i treasure it. not it so much as what it is a physical manifestation of. 

when i hold it, its perpetually-cool weight pulls my hand down just enough so that the muscles in my arm remind me that i’m alive. 

i think of that friend;

and all of the sunshine and love and beautiful imperfection of a bumbling human with a pure heart and a strong mind and a world of good intentions and lessons - both taught and learned, and memories, and hope;

that she embodies.

and i do,

i do believe. 

in anything, and everything.

in whatever i need to believe to be able to fly,

like wendy and john and michael and peter pan.

.

but what happens when believing in something is no longer what you want. 

when you realize that flying sometimes makes you queasy, 

and sometimes you just want your feet planted on solid ground. 

.

what do you do then?

how do you un-believe?

because i’ve found, over the years, that i’m pretty good at believing;

at trusting. at loving. at knowing that if i run - at full force, to the edge of a cliff, and when i get to the edge, if i spread my wings and just believe - i can fly.

.

but i’m not that good at un-believing.

and sometimes, when i think my feet are firmly planted in the soil, i start to float upwards again, and the next thing i know i’m bundled up in fog, snuggled up amongst the stars, and even if i want to, even when i want to, even when it’s cold and lonely up there and the thing i believed that got me there in the first place is nowhere to be seen, i’m not really sure how to get down.  

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loveyourchaos:

(by fricktoria)

i’m scared i’m sabotaging myself and i don’t even know why. it shouldn’t be this hard. i am in near constant battle with myself these days. i feel slow and heavy. i feel like it’s the middle of winter even as the sun is shining and the birds are singing. i want this. i know i do. i just feel so overwhelmed it’s hard to even try. and as each hour slips by it only seems more daunting. but all i can do is try right. unsheathe my sword and hold it into the air, pointed at the heart of the dragon. i have to remind myself to believe. even if i’m not even sure of what. 

loveyourchaos:

(by fricktoria)

i’m scared i’m sabotaging myself and i don’t even know why. it shouldn’t be this hard. i am in near constant battle with myself these days. i feel slow and heavy. i feel like it’s the middle of winter even as the sun is shining and the birds are singing. i want this. i know i do. i just feel so overwhelmed it’s hard to even try. and as each hour slips by it only seems more daunting. but all i can do is try right. unsheathe my sword and hold it into the air, pointed at the heart of the dragon. i have to remind myself to believe. even if i’m not even sure of what. 

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thumbs up everybody, for rock-n-roll!

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