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wrestleurs · 3 years
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I cannot carry the weight of my past forever. It’s not fair to myself or the person I’m trying to become
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wrestleurs · 3 years
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coping mechanisms for anxiety 
distract yourself with a show or a movie
hug or cuddle
take a shower or bath
make lists (of anything)
debate your irrational thoughts with logic
ask someone to talk about unrelated stuff
look at cute animals
talk it out
go for a bike ride 
listen to music and focus on the lyrics
watch something funny
play games on your phone
take a nap
go for a walk
occupy your hands with anything
do some breathing exercises 
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wrestleurs · 3 years
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do you ever see handwritten notes in a used/second hand book and you are like.. yes.. my dear anonymous lover who I never met.. I feel our bond through this piece of classic literature.. our two souls are merging into one.. or ist that just me?
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wrestleurs · 3 years
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“Can’t I live in poems?”
— Leonard Cohen, from “On The Sickness Of My Love”
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wrestleurs · 3 years
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give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.
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wrestleurs · 3 years
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life is ever changing and ever moving. much like the earth, even when it doesn’t feel like it’s moving...it is.
slow growth is still growth. it’s meaningful. worthy. and so incredibly real.
life doesn’t always follow the plan...your plan, your parents plans, or your friends/peers plans. but isn’t that what makes life so extraordinary? the mystery of it all. the differences between my life and yours. the contrast between me and you. no one’s life looks or is the exact same, and that’s a truly beautiful thing to think about.
there’s freedom in letting go and seeing where life takes you. in relinquishing control and going with the flow. in not knowing everything and trusting your life’s path to guide you to exactly where you need to be.
regardless of what chapter you’re on in the book of your life, you’re on track. we’re all on track. none of us are behind.
so take your time, you’re doing just fine 🤍
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i would file ‘a blessing’ by james wright as one of the most beautiful, haunting poems i know
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