sp-lit:

“Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you. Stop waiting for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare, for an end to your sadness in Keats. He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived. Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world. Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth. Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.”

— (via nga-mo)

purplebuddhaproject:

“I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say ‘I see you.’ I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye. I don’t push it away, I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)