She's a jar with a heavy lid

Charlotte. 23. New Yorker living in Pittsburgh, PA.

A collection of things I find beautiful and interesting.

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I have been confronting maladaptive emotions recently: excessive anxiety and anger, insecurity, jealousy. I am trying to pull myself into present focused thinking every day. I am trying to see what is in front of me and look at things as they are, without negative self talk. It is difficult and frightening, but so essential. I hope that I can continue to be flexible and kind to myself.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

Walt Whitman, from Song Of Myself (via violentwavesofemotion)


And I think that I sometimes must have wished
For something more than to be a size six
But now my inspiration rests
In-between my beauty magazines and my credit card bills.


Pretty much.

(Source: bolto)

On average 324,000 new babies are born into the world every day. During that same day, 10,000 persons, on average, will have starved to death or died of malnutrition. So it goes. In addition 123,000 persons will die for other reasons. So it goes. This leaves a net gain of about 191,000 each day in the world. The Population Reference Bureau predicts that the world’s total population will double to 7,000,000,000 before the year 2000.
“I suppose they will all want dignity,” I said.
“I suppose,” said O'Hare.
Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five (1966)

(Source: whole-e-stick-blog)


skullxcrusher:

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.