Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. -Emerson
tawny frogmouths the other day at the wildlife perserve… AKA the most skeptical/suspicious looking bird on the planet
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wouldn’t it be fine to stand
behind the words we say
in the best of times
(Source: biaaaaaaanx, via teacoffeebooks)
I know what I should be doing right now. Literally, right now, as I’m sitting and typing this, there’s a leap I should be taking. And you know as well. You know what’s right in your heart, and you know what you should do. Talk to him. Make amends, break it off, go back to school, see a doctor, get help, learn to love again.
The way to move past your vulnerability is to embrace it. Release yourself from egotistical ideas that you have to be a flawless and prideful person. I’m most enamored by people who are courageous enough to embrace their vulnerability and are comfortable in the fact that they are flawed and raw and really god damn scared. These make for the most beautiful people and moments in our lives, the moments where we are touching on something that is so inherently a part of who we are it makes us afraid to even address it.
