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"to live will be an awfully big adventure..."
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He didn't want to keep making a stink, so he decided to just keep a lid on things. Still, she couldn't believe how full of shit he was.
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be radical.
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Emotional Lobotomy Reversal
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When we allow fear to cripple our humanity, to shunt love and the passion to support others in need, to trample upon compassion and benevolence, we truly usher in an all-consuming darkness.

Friends, we must fight to keep the light on.

#resist #nomuslimban #nowall
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Love is my religion.

Action is my weapon.

Humanity governs me.

Kindness is my medicine.

Going forward, I’ll be intentionally supporting my friends who are artists, writers, freelancers, POC, LGBTQIA, the disabled, and women both emotionally and financially, on a regular basis. The way I think about what I’m going to do with my energy and action will aim towards them first. I will actively resist injustice, inequality and the normalization of leadership by sociopathy. Beyond that kindness and compassion is my radiating force. I will throw that shit out at the world and let it land wherever it may. I will throw my heart at the world every.damn.day.

I’m going to fight for right more, give more, work more, read more, exercise more, and love more. I’m going to be strong in mind and body and heart.

I’m going to argue, wallow, fret, worry, doubt, scroll and waste time less. 
I’m going to stare at my phone less so.much.less and enter the world more. 
I’m going to be present, act, and make a difference.

We still can. We always can. 
Make a list of what you’re going to do - big stuff, little stuff, abstract and specific. Look at it when you feel hopeless and just do something. Action gives us purpose.

I love you.

#lovewarrior #letsroll #yeswecan
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freedom to process grief

I used to complain about things that other people did quite a lot, and I'd feel annoyed that they thought or felt or acted differently than I would. I still do it, but much less often. I challenge myself more often now to sit with why something that someone else doe that doesn't affect me should possibly annoy me. It's an often difficult introspection. It's a moment to realize and admit that I'm being kind of an asshole. Why do I feel the need to correct the thinking and feeling and expression of another human so that it falls in line with my own? I hope I am becoming a better person the more I do this.

I say go ahead and mourn whomever or whatever your heart mourns without shame, do it privately or publicly, and process your grief in whatever way works best for you. Blame the year, the world, the color of the sky... cry out in whatever way helps you walk through your pain. When we deny our hurts and hold them inside because we're afraid of what others expect of us, we're only doing ourselves (and them) harm in the long run.

It's okay to cry out.
I love you.
<3
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Eight years ago, in April 2008, I lost a baby who was due on Christmas Eve... and then lost another later that year, who died inside me at 3 months gestation and had to be removed from my body in mid-December. I think of them at this time of year. I think of them while I trim the tree, while I make cookies, while I listen to holiday music. I still have this: lotuscarroll.com/pain-and-joy-mingle I open it and smell it every year.

It still hurts. In quiet moments, at this time of year, I hear echoes of Christmas laughter that never actually existed and never will be. I still cry for them. For sure, there is sweetness in what I have, which is very much, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't any bitter with that sweet.

I do not share this to evoke sympathy for myself or to bring anyone down. It is merely a gentle reminder: This time of year is difficult for so many who would do almost anything to feel more joy, and it is difficult for a great variety of often unknowable reasons. As always, remember that everyone is dealing with something, fighting something, and needing something. Without needing to know exactly what aches in our sisters and brothers, we can still offer kindness, patience, and love during times of heightened stress and pain.

Don't worry about me, please, but send some extra love and peace to other people during this time. Look for those opportunities; make those moments possible. Give a smile to a stranger, hug a friend a little longer, hold a door, pay a tab, let someone ahead of you in traffic, say a kind word.

Kindness, above all, heals and strengthens.

Sending so much love to you all. ❤️✨
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I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
~Sylvia Plath
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#quote #architecture #street #newyork
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On Top of the World with You
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