Black Panther (2018) dir. Ryan Coogler
you know, you’re so damn strong. i know you’re not feeling it, especially right now - but that doesn’t make you weak. continuing to exist, to breathe another breath, to hand in that assignment, to go to work, to have a shower today… whatever you are doing. you’re doing it. you’re doing it. you’re still here and that makes you strong, okay?
Why do you have all those cloud babies scattered around your staircase
Someone swept out from under the bed, I see.
“Hi there, face here!”
"You deserve something you don’t have to question. You deserve someone who is sure of you."
— r.h. Sin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
(via firedrill)
"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you’ll never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope for something good to come along. Something to make you feel connected, to make you feel whole, to make you feel loved."
— Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York: The Shooting Script
(via wordsnquotes)
(via wordsnquotes)
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."
— Unknown
(via regular-love)
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