Trembling from the sight of it

Not because of the low temperature that engulfed her

but from having his heart waver

She could not be loved in halves

She demanded only to be loved as a whole

She deserved only that much

She didn’t come this far to only be half-loved again

It hurts too much to simply be a part of something

To exist as a half and not as a whole

When you look at me

do you see what I see?

Do you see what I hoped you were seeing?


Relating to Sylvia Plath

“I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realise my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth. I, too, was stunted, narrowed, warped, by my environment, my outcroppings of heredity. I, too, will find a set of beliefs, of standards to live by, yet the very satisfaction of finding them will be marred by the fact that I have reached the ultimate in shallow, two-dimensional living- a set of values. This loneliness will blur and diminish, no doubt, when tomorrow I plunge again into classes, into the necessity of studying for exams. But now, that false purpose is lifted and I am spinning in a temporary vacuum. At home I rested and played, here, where I work, the routine is momentarily suspended and I am lost. There is no living being on earth at this moment except myself. I could walk down the halls, and empty rooms would yawn mockingly at me from every side. God, but life is loneliness, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfilment and companionship – but the loneliness of the soul in it’s appalling self-consciousness, is horrible and overpowering.”

  • The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Relating to Sylvia Plath

Something I Needed

“It’s easy to feel uncared for when people aren’t able to communicate and connect with you in the way you need. And it’s so hard not to internalize that silence as a reflection on your worth. But the truth is that the way other people operate is not about you. Most people are so caught up in their own responsibilities, struggles, and anxiety that the thought of asking someone else how they’re doing doesn’t even cross their mind. They aren’t inherently bad or uncaring — they’re just busy and self-focused. And that’s okay. It’s not evidence of some fundamental failing on your part. It doesn’t make you unloveable or invisible. It just means that those people aren’t very good at looking beyond their own world. But the fact that you are — that despite the darkness you feel, you have the ability to share your love and light with others — is a strength. Your work isn’t to change who you are; it’s to find people who are able to give you the connection you need. Because despite what you feel, you are not too much. You are not too sensitive or too needy. You are thoughtful and empathetic. You are compassionate and kind. And with or without anyone’s acknowledgment or affection, you are enough.”

  • Daniell Koepke
Something I Needed

The Little Things

1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world – start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise

2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier – start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

3. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

4. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

5. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

6. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

7. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

8. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

9. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

10. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

11. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

13. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

14. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

15. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you. ”

  • via aureat (tumblr)
The Little Things

Highly Sensitive Person?

To check out if this label applies to you, read through and consider the traits described below.

  1. An HSP has a finely-tuned nervous system – something that is thought to be inherited.This makes them sensitive to external stimuli that the average person can ignore or filter out.
  2. The HSP can find the world to be emotionally and physically draining. Thus they need to retreat, and have time on their own, in order to regain their sense of inner peace. They can still cope with pressure and a busy social life – but they need space and time to renew their energy.
  3. The HSP has a rich inner life, and they know how they feel and the differentreasons why. Their experiences are deep, intense and meaningful. However, this can leave them feeling drained and overwhelmed.
  4. The HSP has a tendency towards anxiety, worry, depression, fear, guilt, disappointment, sadness and regret. They tend to see the pain in life and are rarely superficial.
  5. He or she can identify with other people’s pain, and they can’t shake it off and move on with their life. Instead, it tends to weigh them down and keeps on playing on their mind.
  6. An HSPs nervous system is over-sensitive to music, noise, light and excessive stimuli. They are more aware of pain, have a strong startle response, and are easily awakened when they fall asleep at night.

Source: http://onlinecounsellingcollege.tumblr.com/post/54669483588/are-you-a-highly-sensitive-person

Highly Sensitive Person?

When Knowledge Isn’t Power

Sometimes I don’t know what’s worse, really.

Of people feeling the need to justify that they are smart; because of the ‘knowledge’ that they know, about something. For example general knowledge. Or people needing to put others down with their so called ‘knowledge’.

I understand why people would use that as a rough gauge as to how much one knows, but never should it ever determine one’s intelligence; simply based on that.

If you asked someone what kind of states are in the European countries and they open their mouths only to find themselves speechless, it is not a result of their intelligence. They could be experts in their fields and yet not know the simplest things in the general knowledge ‘book’ (who even created this list anyway? Why does it expect everyone else to follow it?)

My heart broke last night as I saw how these people wore my friend down with ‘knowledge’ of things they deemed important. Of how their need to be ‘knowledgeable’ gives them the superiority of them over some others. How could one’s value be simply based on how many states you know of, how many elements you know of in the periodic table?

Don’t get me wrong, I think that knowledge is powerful and knowledge is amazing, learning is important and is what helps us make sense of this world. But when knowledge makes you a person who looks down on people who do not have the same experiences as you do simply makes you, sadly, a knowledgeable and horrible person.

Pride comes from knowing. That’s why it is so important to stay humble, to always know there is so much more on this Earth that we don’t know of, that someone else would know of.

And when there’s too much pride, there is no more love. It overrides love, thinking it is more important and powerful than love. But no.

Love is all there is; simple as that.

Love the ones around you for who they are; for their strengths, for their weaknesses. Be the safe space for them to learn more and correct them with love. Its the only way people can grow together, not only in terms of knowledge, but also as a community. No one is ever better than the other. We’ll all here together, and we’ll all equal.



When Knowledge Isn’t Power