This week, choose a magic to believe in and let it make you powerful. Choose a magic to believe in and let it fill your heart. There’s so much sorrow in the world. There is so much strangeness. There’s so much light. There are so many ways to survive and get older and keep living, and you can believe in whatever weird forces you need. Listen to songs that sound like the sky. Listen to songs that sound like the color red. Listen to songs that can show you a way out.
if you wanna take the mbti test, i recommend this one bc its worded very simply
also a tip: answer based on what you naturally wanna do or what you naturally prefer, dont answer based on what youre forced to do
Purple: 10 facts about my room.
Blue: 9 facts about my family.
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town.
Red: 5 facts about my bestfriend(s).
Pink: 4 facts about my parents.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.
Construct the space needed for your soul to flourish unrestricted in all of its magnificence and boundless radiance.. oh and also have a remarkable day!
You want to know what falling in love feels like?
It feels like the 4th of July in Malibu
sitting in the sand,
sweating in your new bathing suit
when none of your friends will enter the ocean with you.
It feels like that moment when you think
and go into the waves on your own—
toes first, then calves, knees, thighs…
gasping when the water crashes over your sex and hits your pelvis.
It feels like the caress of seaweed
on your shoulder as the sweat glides off,
the joy of feeling clean again,
a promise so alluring you bend your knees
and let the water roll over your head.
It feels like the darkness under your feet
when you notice that there are no more rocks to hold you up:
just the buoyancy of water,
and you think fuck it one more time,
kicking out away from the shore.
It feels like that big wave you see coming;
rolling closer along the horizon…
you can’t help but swim to it.
It batters you,
sending your arms and legs akimbo,
your sun drenched skin slamming into the shore.
It feels like dragging in air
as you spit sand and dust off grit
just to realize
that the only way to become clean again
is to go back into the waves.
—by Sondra Rose Marie