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Some people aren’t even worth the bruises and scrapes on my fist that it would take for me to sock them, squarely, in the jaw. Even when really, that’s what I am aching to do with every fiery fiber of myself. If only shrink rays were real and could be controlled remotely, by satellite. *flick* into the ocean with you, to be swallowed up by the cool dark depths, leaving this world to the rest of us who at the very least try. 

leemrsmn:(via palmist)

Some people aren’t even worth the bruises and scrapes on my fist that it would take for me to sock them, squarely, in the jaw. Even when really, that’s what I am aching to do with every fiery fiber of myself. If only shrink rays were real and could be controlled remotely, by satellite. *flick* into the ocean with you, to be swallowed up by the cool dark depths, leaving this world to the rest of us who at the very least try

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I started writing about anger. 
Earlier today I got angry.
The fire in my belly angry at the fact that I’m even angry kind of angry. 
Sometimes I get angry, I wish I didn’t, I wish I could be one of those perfectly zen yogis who just breathes out negativity and breathes in peace, a window, easy, breezy, beautiful covergirl, but I’m not. I’m just a regular girl, and sometimes, even as I strive for peace and balance, sometimes I get tripped up, and sometimes I get angry. 
Someone advised me to own my anger. To feel it. Fully. 
And then to release it. 
I was still working on the feeling it part, dreading the releasing, because I’m bad at letting go, even of anger. 
But then I got a phone call from someone I haven’t talked to in far too long who told me something so happy I barely even noticed as the anger just melted away. 
The fire that had been burning through my hands as I clung to it just disappeared into smoke as the enormity of my smile spread from my face out to the ends of my hair and down to the tips of my toes. 
I am so grateful for the amazing people in my life. People who remind me that the things and people who make me angry aren’t even worth the calories spent on typing out the letters; a n g r y. People who remind me that there is so much more, that life is beautiful, and that love is real. So incredibly grateful. 

I started writing about anger. 

Earlier today I got angry.

The fire in my belly angry at the fact that I’m even angry kind of angry. 

Sometimes I get angry, I wish I didn’t, I wish I could be one of those perfectly zen yogis who just breathes out negativity and breathes in peace, a window, easy, breezy, beautiful covergirl, but I’m not. I’m just a regular girl, and sometimes, even as I strive for peace and balance, sometimes I get tripped up, and sometimes I get angry. 

Someone advised me to own my anger. To feel it. Fully. 

And then to release it. 

I was still working on the feeling it part, dreading the releasing, because I’m bad at letting go, even of anger. 

But then I got a phone call from someone I haven’t talked to in far too long who told me something so happy I barely even noticed as the anger just melted away. 

The fire that had been burning through my hands as I clung to it just disappeared into smoke as the enormity of my smile spread from my face out to the ends of my hair and down to the tips of my toes. 

I am so grateful for the amazing people in my life. People who remind me that the things and people who make me angry aren’t even worth the calories spent on typing out the letters; a n g r y. People who remind me that there is so much more, that life is beautiful, and that love is real. So incredibly grateful. 

"It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of non-violence to cover impotence. Violence is any day preferable to impotence. There is hope for a violent man to become non-violent. There is no such hope for the impotent."

Mahatma Gandhi

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mattybing1025:

Maybe I`m getting to the age when I`m starting to be senile or nostalgic or both, but people are so angry now. You used to be able to disagree with people and still be friends. Now you hear these talk shows, and everyone who believes differently from you is a moron and an idiot - both on the Right and the Left.
— Clint Eastwood

mattybing1025:

Maybe I`m getting to the age when I`m starting to be senile or nostalgic or both, but people are so angry now. You used to be able to disagree with people and still be friends. Now you hear these talk shows, and everyone who believes differently from you is a moron and an idiot - both on the Right and the Left.

— Clint Eastwood

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"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned"

Buddha (via marzgotsoul)

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"Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were."

Cherie Carter-Scott (via oceanofmind) (via handonyourheart) (via tearriffic)

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