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withastorytotell · 28 days
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you think you got a problem too big? Go outside and look at the stars. Do you see how small you are compared to the stars? Don't you find it so ridiculous how minuscule our problems are compared to the weight of those twinkling celestials? And to think that we are what stars are made of? So yes, we are suffering but no, it is not the end of the world. It's life. It happens. You are not as different from me. We are carved out from the same stem. And even in our differences we are alike. We are all made of stardust and life. You are never alone.
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withastorytotell · 1 month
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someone believed that we could build something great if we did what we had to do over and over and over again. And someone actually did it. Then Rome was built.
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withastorytotell · 1 month
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In a world full of 'maybes', be the 'hell yes' that leaves them breathless and begging for more.
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withastorytotell · 1 month
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forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.
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withastorytotell · 1 month
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read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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sometimes I think writing just means pouring endlessly to an empty cup hoping you will find what you are looking for.
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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You could be the master of your fate. You could be the captain of your soul. But you have to realize that life is coming from you. Not at you and that takes time.
— Timothée Chalamet
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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How do we live with this? With so many endings and goodbyes? Knowing that you are walking away after a last hug, knowing that that night was your last kiss and the tears you cried over joy and pain and death of something that began and meant too much to you, how do we live with this agony of endings?
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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I will tell you why now. Why I chose to be a hand that covers your eyes from the sun. Because you touched my heart like a little kid. Afterall there is not much time. Not many words. Not too much eye contact that promises of next times. You are still my favorite little sister in school and you got me on your side with a genuine smile and a gesture of kindness. So as long as you allow me, I'm gonna make sure there will be enough picking up of the pieces of your heart that you left behind.
The stranger supportive sister
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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"I believe in pink. I believe that loving is the best calorie burner and I believe in kissing. Kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls and I believe that tomorrow is another day. I believe in miracles."
Audrey Hepburn
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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Easier said than done but, Dr Jordan Peterson said that "conflict delayed is conflict multiplied." And Angelina Jolie said that "when you are going through hardships, go right through it. Feel everything and let it go." So yes. Make it ugly. Feel the worst of it. Cry a river and latch on to the problem. All to find an answer to your conflict. Then stop being conflicted. Then be peaceful.
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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I don't know my worth really, I don't. But when I told that random kid at school who smiled often to not leave school because she was my favourite sister, she almost cried. When I taught an opponent how to throw the shot put despite not being the best and during a competition, she was a little less hopeless. A young girl said that I was such a kind person during work. During GCSEs I helped one girl everyday to tackle questions and she told me I saved her from being the worst she could have been. I sent an ex-friend a birthday wish and she said that I was the best thing to happen to her on her birthday and that she feels blessed. My mom said she had faith in me although I didn't think I was any good. So someone somewhere is still thinking about that one compliment you told them. The lady in the bus is grateful for the seat you gave up for her. Your friend is happy that you stayed till she came to go home together. They feel at home because you left their portion of your food. That one person will always think of how you let her cry on your shoulder. It matters. your little efforts matter. You don't know it any better but you saved someone today. Thank you for being a better person.
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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I know how it feels to suck. Your bed is not made, you are eating two days old fast food leftovers, you haven't moved your body for fun in weeks or years, you don't open a book to read or study unless you have no option, if you have a instrument it's probably rotting in the loft. I understand. I have been there and when you reflect on it, it sucks. We suck sometimes and it's not fine but it's normal. The thing with adulting is that you exactly get to decide where your life should go to wherever you may be led. So starting with a ten minute walk everyday is better than a four hour gym session once a week, reading a page a day is better than scrolling on instagram, drinking a smoothie is better than the chocolate milkshake. Life is too short to keep cutting out the good things. We can focus on adding on and swapping out while learning to live and love. We can binge on the good things and be better than the rest. It's true although, that sometimes we might suck.
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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Can you please love me just a little? My dad left me when I was two. The first man who was supposed to love me, was never here. And I am  a bit cracked in the edges. I promise it's nothing I can't glue back together. I used to dream of my mother leaving me with a stranger when I was less than ten and I ran around crying out for my mom to not leave me and come back for me only because she was late to pick me up from grade school. I was less than five. But little kids have their own fears right? This is not a feeling that I cannot fix right? Even If I needed to make a clown of myself to make my friends stay or bring good food from home so that they'd want to eat with me before I was even a teenager it is not too bad right? A lot of us go through that I heard. I can ask you to love me despite my flaws right? Maybe since I could be ash risen from chaos I could even demand it from you. Can I do that? I am sorry.  It's horribly ugly. I see that. I won't plead with my soul and gaze at you with longing. I promise not to look your way. Not in a way you will catch me. I can be sneaky. I can try. I don't want to stop looking at you even though your eyes won't search for mine like I do. It's fine. These things happen. How could you even love someone like this? It's midnight. Can you stay for dinner? I know it's past your bed time but I can bake you a cake since you did such a good job today. Only if you aren't too tired? Maybe you can tell me about your day too before you leave. I'm sorry again. I don't even know how to put all this love I have for you in order. Maybe I can hold the door open for you while you grab your coat to leave. Thank you for coming in.
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withastorytotell · 2 months
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I want to say sorry to my inner child for not noticing signs of broken glass when I could have. But I mostly want to say thank you to her. I want to say thank you for the blind faith, belief and this oh so overwhelming unbelievably undeniable love that I poured over to another cup. Because I was able give something truthful even if it weren't an equal transaction. I want her to know that I cannot describe the gaze their eyes held from the words of love that spilled and that I was doubtless of. I want to thank her for meaning all her 'I love you' s and prayers that it never gets too old that went answered. Pain of heartbreak doesn't compare to the safe haven she welcomed those she loved in. Despite the broken hearts that may have been I want to thank her for she has been capable of love. I think she might have wanted to hear that from all of me. That I am only me because of her.
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withastorytotell · 3 months
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My sister said, "when shit happens, just think that it's required for the plot." I think that it's a perspective someone needs to hear today.
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withastorytotell · 3 months
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I don't want to be strong. I want to be loving, and giving without worrying if they will take too much. I want to be an idiot. I want to be able to be an idiot with my loved ones without worrying if they will judge hard. I had a sir who called me an idiot as he laughed along with me and oh, how adored I felt. It felt like the biggest compliment to be an idiot where I could learn lessons and laugh at my mistakes. I don't want to be strong. Because being strong meant that life was tough and scars require us to have hardened skin. I want to be soft. I want to be gentle and cry if I have to. Insults that don't burn is just adoration and I'm thankful for that.
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