whenever you feel like you're not doing enough, remember all the little healthy habits you've successfully incorporated into your routine and remember that good things happen little by little.
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How to feel alive/stop being bored out of your mind, a guide for losers
jump on your bed, write something teeny tiny on the walls, break a small rule
get a dollar worth of pennies and write lucky on them and drop one or two at places you go
bury something small that you like in a place you feel safe
make a small bracelet/anklet, even if its just a piece of sting and never take it off
take a really really cold shower
go star gazing/look at the moon
write a letter to your past/future self
write bad poetry/nice messages and tuck it into books at the library
sit and listen to a song that was your favorite four or five years ago, don't do anything else but sit and listen to it
make a trash journal. Get a cheap notebook and write down EVERYTHING in there, carry it around with you. It will help you figure out who you are/remind you that you are a person.
when was the last time you felt alive? Like really alive? If you remember, write it down in as much detail as you can. If you don't know, write down a time you were happy or very angry. Honestly, any strong emotion will work.
create a bad drawing, like kindergartener level. If you want, fold it up and stick it onto your fridge.
block that person
tell someone how much you appreciate them
put old things you don't need anymore in a box, write take care of it on top, and leave it somewhere
write positive graffiti in public restroom stalls
bake bread
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Success doesn’t just come and find you, you have to go out and get it.
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Tú no puedes quererme: estás alta, ¡qué arriba!
Y para consolarme
vías sombras, copias,
retratos, simulacros,
todos tan parecidos
como si fueses tú.
Entre figuraciones
vivo, de ti, sin ti.
Me quieren,
me acompañan. Nos vamos
por los claustros del agua,
por los hielos flotantes,
por la pampa, o a cines
minúsculos y hondos.
Siempre hablando de ti.
Me dicen:
«No somos ella, pero
¡si tú vieras qué iguales!»
Tus espectros, qué brazos
largos, qué labios duros
tienen: sí, como tú.
Por fingir que me quieres,
me abrazan y me besan.
Sus voces tiernas dicen
que tú abrazas, que tú
besas así. Yo vivo
de sombras, entre sombras
de carne tibia, bella,
con tus ojos, tu cuerpo,
tus besos, sí, con todo
lo tuyo menos tú.
Con criaturas falsas,
divinas, interpuestas
para que ese gran beso
que no podemos darnos
me lo den, se lo dé.
Pedro Salinas
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