"Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live."Dorothy Thompson. This blog is a dedication to my love for beautiful sea of letters. Welcome home.

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“When people walk away from you, let them go. You shouldn’t have to talk them into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, and coming to see you, because if they really cared about you in the first place; they would not be going anywhere.”

— Unknown (via cavum)

I believe that feeling safe is a prerequisite for connection, learning, relationship, growth, and for feeding our hungers. The only time I have ever been able to heal or grow is when I first felt safe. The only times I’ve been able to hear my own hungers calling for me is when I created a safe space for them. The only times when I’ve been able to ask another to feed me is when I feel safe with them.

It’s true that we often want or need to do things that aren’t safe or don’t feel safe. Taking the stage. Quitting the job. Asking someone out on a date. Trying something new and unknown. It’s my experience though, that we have to feel a level of safety first. It’s also my experience that women tolerate lives, situations, and relationships in which they are not safe to be who they are, want what they want, and say what they think and feel. This needs to change.

Needing safety does not a weak woman make. It’s okay to value safety. In fact, it’s imperative. It’s okay to ask someone to create a safer space for you. It’s okay to remove yourself when you don’t feel safe. When we feel safe enough, we can sail away from the harbor. I’ll leave you with a few questions for us to ponder:

Where in my life don’t I feel safe?

What factors create a sense of safety for me?

What would change if I felt a greater level of safety to be who I am, want what I want, and say what I think and feel?

Who don’t I feel safe around?

Who could I offer more safety to?

How could I offer myself more safety from which I could try new things?

Where am I pushing myself too far outside of my safety zone?

May we all be safe so we can soar.

— Rachel W. Cole (via internal-acceptance-movement)

jukeun:

sometimes people who are sad dont always need the “it gets better talk”

sometimes people just want to hear “you are sad, you are trying your best, and it’s okay. you’re okay and you’re alive and that’s a big accomplishment”

because i know for myself unconditional optimism gets really fucking annoying. sometimes i just want to be sad and have it be okay that im sad.

don’t make me feel weirder than i already do in my own skin.

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

— Morticia Addams (via archatlas)

“[Maybe, in the end, even the lies we tell define us.] And better, some of them, than our most earnest attempts at the truth.”

— David Malouf, from Johnno (via the-final-sentence)

message in a bottle sent to a former lover

writingsforwinter:

What you and I had together can’t even really be called history;

it was more like volumes of feelings and electricity

that we couldn’t translate even a single paragraph of.

I guess I’m hoping that this letter will somehow make its way

to you across miles of sea, but maybe that’s only a distant hope

for catharsis. While we’re on the topic of water, have you ever

thought that making waves crash is the only way the ocean has

of speaking to people on the beach? And all the time it’s speaking

and we’re doing everything but listening.

That’s the way it was with both of us, come to think of it.

It’s been months since we last spoke on the phone,

and to be honest, sometimes I dial every single digit of your number

except for the last one and listen to the dial tone

on the other end as a replacement for your voice.

It doesn’t really match up.

When we stopped talking, my eyelashes still kept wanting

to keep talking to your palms. I don’t think I’ll ever stop wishing

I could waltz with the tornado of your messed-up mind,

or skinny dip in that brilliant heart of yours, but then again

we always tried to blow out our feelings for each other

like candles on a cake. Except every time we did,

they were those trick candles, the kind that keep coming

back to life over and over again.

I wish you came with an insurance policy,

because there’s no guarantee I’m ever going to forget you.

“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.”

— Words of great wisdom on strong female characters~ by madlori (via laughingskeleton)

“Some days I miss you so much I’d jump off the roof of your office building just to catch a glimpse of you on the way down.”

— Jeffrey McDaniel (via writingsforwinter)