In French, you don’t say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
I have no control over what people think of me but I have 100% control of what I think of myself.
We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.
I don’t think you understand that you can literally rip my heart out and stomp on it and I’ll apologize for getting your shoes dirty.
No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.’
There are some people, if you’re lucky, that will sort of float into your life, surrounded by some kind of otherworldly glow and you’ll find yourself asking what you’ve ever, ever done to deserve to even, like, live on the same planet with someone who radiates such loveliness.
Let’s be the same wound if we must bleed.
Let’s fight side by side, even if the enemy
is ourselves: I am yours, you are mine.
I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
You cannot treat an extraordinary girl like she’s ordinary… you will lose her.
- This crossed my mind/came up during a conversation this weekend… it’s so true. It’s not often I find myself taken back by the things I say/think, but I paused for a minute after those words came out of my mouth. Finally, I understand… Don’t ever allow people to treat you like you’re ordinary or allow them to dim your light. The right people will want to see you shine bright… and when you’re with the right people, you will shine brighter. (via thelittleyellowdiary)