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2021-06-09 12:04:29 The Power of Words

Your words can be more healing than any kind of medicine. They can be more toxic than any kind of poison. They can case a mind of its nagging questions. They can relieve a heart from its doubts. They can free a heart from the chains that keep it holding on and that make it fear letting go. They can spring hope into a deserted heart. They can shatter a soul barely holding on to the pieces that make it strong. They can be a shelter for the broken and a canon of motivation for those who need confidence. They can build mountains of confidence and build stairs to those dreams that hide above the clouds. They can dig holes into the darkest and deepest of scars. They can strike happiness into the souls in most need of it, and they can strike sadness into the souls of those most tar away from it. So, before you speak, ask yourself if your Words are true. If they are not, then you are fooling the hopeless into hope that won't last. You are breaking down alls temporarily that will be built even higher afterwards. Say what the truth and genuineness in your heart need to say. Say no mote. Открыть/Комментировать

2021-06-09 12:02:37 The Bank of Bad Days

WHEN YOU ARE very depressed or anxious -unable to leave the house, or the sofa, or to think of anything but the depression - it can be unbearably hard. Bad days come in degrees. They are not all equally bad. And the really bad ones, though horrible to live through, are useful for later. You store them up. A bank of bad days. The day you had to run out of the supermarket. The day you were so depressed your tongue wouldn't move. The day you made your parents cry. The day you nearly threw yourself off a you are having another bad day you can say, Well, this feels bad, but there have been worse. And even cliff. So if when you can think of no worse day - when the one you are living is the very worst there has ever been you at least know the bank exists and that you have made a deposit. Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-24 12:31:56 ТОЛЬКО АРХИВЫ. Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-22 03:32:12 We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-22 03:29:17 Death must be so beautiful. To lie on the soft brown ground, with grass waving over one's head, and listen to the silence. There is no yesterday, and not tomorrow. To forget time, to excuse life, to be at peace Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-22 03:29:17 Dead Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-22 03:29:17 What did my arms do before they hugged you? Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-22 03:19:58 There was no unifying force, only naked fear, the urge to defend oneself. I fear. I am not sturdy, but hollow. I felt behind my eyes a cave that was numb, paralyzed, a pit of hell, an imitating nothing. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I wanted to kill myself, run away from responsibility, crawl back contemptuously into the womb. I don't know who I am, where I'm going - and it is I who must decide the answers to these dire questions. I yearn for a glorious escape from freedom - I am weak, weary, in rebellion from the strong convictions of constructive humanity that presupposes intelligence and a healthy, active will. There is nowhere to go. Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-12 12:02:01 мой круг маленький, потому что я люблю качество, а не количество. Открыть/Комментировать

2021-05-12 11:56:47 Относитесь к другим с уважением, если хотите, чтобы другие тоже уважали вас. Вежливая вежливость по отношению к любому сделает личность там, где мы больше ценимся другими. Открыть/Комментировать