"Honey be my little sun,
When we aint getting none,
And cup your hands round a match,
and fasten up your last jacket latch,
stand and sway with me,
In the dark cold loneliness breeze.”
People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in—told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream and more. Remind each other of this.
I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.
Where psychoanalysis says, Stop, find your self again, we should say instead, Let’s go further still, we haven’t sufficiently dismantled our self.
You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,
Why should you?
Are you scared? Or are you not ready? There is a difference.
i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
Brianna // thoughts & inspirations of a dreamer, wanderer, lover & writer