“I don’t know why I’m so happy today. It’s unexplainable. It’s like being in love. I’m not (in love) but my spirits are doing well by me. I soar. Partly it’s the weather and the lack of having to hide from the sun. The autumn beginning…the sad autumn of the yellow leaves. I feel very alive.”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Alfred Sexton written c. September 1963 (via mournfulroses)
sometimes i think courage is overrated. sometimes you will always be scared at the start and the only option is to do it scared. “be terrified but open your arms” etc. either things change or things stay the same. no matter what fear tells you, those really are the only things you have to choose between. you can wait for permission to be who you want to be but the wait will outlive you because there is no point at which permission will be given to you by anyone or anything else. so what are your intentions anon? and how do you want to decorate the space you’ve been given?
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
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