We all have dreams. My dream is to affect things. To be a ripple. A spark. A single light in the darkness. Every single day since I was old enough to dream about this life and what it held for me, I’ve dreamt of being that person for someone. Or many someones. When I was little, someone very important to me infused in me this line: the true measure of a human life is how substantially it can affect the lives of others. It has shaped my footsteps ever since. It really doesn’t matter to me whether it’s one soul or thousands. It doesn’t matter whether I know them and they dance with me in my everyday life— or whether we connect over words on the internet. They say the best way to live is to find your passion. And then to use that passion to inspire yourself to inspire others. They say when you truly find it, work isn’t ever work and life all of a sudden makes sense. And they are right. Because after all my searching, I’ve found it. My passion. Something that exists on good days and bad days and every moment in between. Something I can lose myself in. For hours. And something I find myself in, too. Words. And to be completely honest, writing is something I hope and pray will be my contribution to this world. So I guess if I had to sum it up, it’d be as simple as this: I just want to put passion and energy and good out into this world. And hope it bounces off enough hearts to make a difference. ♥ // December Theme: No More Living Life by #thehappinessclock // #liveinthedetails#thecaptionwriter#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writer#soul#inspire#author#lifestories#couragetorise#atticuspoetry#thesunandherflowers#atticus#rupikaur
My mom turned 55 today, and my brother (@nehhey) thought of the most-appropriate gift: A BOOK!
• Ladies & gentlemen, I give you my 8th title—which I co-authored w/ my brother. “DEAR SONYA: THIS IS WHAT YOU MEAN TO US!” is a book filled w/ letters from my family and my mom’s friends. (We wanted to give my mom her flowers while she’s still alive.)
• Also, notice the slight slay w/ the off-the-shoulder look in the last pic. Sonya wasn’t playing w/ y’all. 😜
my books are available via amazon. signed copies are only available through the link in my bio.
thank you for reading. 🖤
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” ~ C.S. Lewis
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Slip of the Tongue is set in NYC and free on Amazon for a few more hours 😊
Sometimes lost love is a lesson. We realize who we are, or who we’ve strayed away from. We realize the patterns, the habits we’ve fallen into. We realize how far we’ve wandered from the truths we’ve built our lives upon, or the people we’ve pushed ourselves to be. We realize that, even though we may have loved someone with the entirety of our being, loving them has hurt us rather than helped us. And as much as we care, as much energy as we’ve put into the relationship, as much time and heart we’ve invested, sometimes it’s healthy and necessary to walk away.⠀
Sometimes lost love is a healer. We find ourselves wandering in the wake of our breakups. We find ourselves faltering, unsteady, confused. We find our feet no longer know where to tread, or our hearts seem to beat out of sync. We find that we don’t quite know who we are without that other person beside us. But then, we also find our lives are shifting in beautiful, powerful ways. We find that what has cracked us has not destroyed us. And we learn, day by day, piece by piece, to assemble our souls back together again.⠀
Sometimes lost love is a teacher. After them, we discover the strength in making our own choices, in carving our own futures. We create new rhythms to dance to, new melodies to hum. We take what was broken and let it soften us. We learn that love is not dependent upon a specific person, but a feeling we have in our chests when we choose to fall into someone, when we choose to create and believe and embody that feeling in our hearts and actions every single day.⠀
Sometimes lost love is a reminder. Of who we are. Of our worth. Of the impermanence of this world and how we can forever continue to move forward, despite what’s been destroyed in the past. Of the possibility we have to be someone else, to be with someone else, to start over, to find something far more beautiful than what was.⠀
Sometimes lost love is a blessing.⠀
Tell me yr darkk shit I’m no snitch
Read more for the story of the man dying at the bus stop
ANNOUNCEMENT: “🔥torch songs🔥” the zine will drop online tmrw, Sunday December 17th around 4 p.m. because I open at work lel. Dropbox link will be posted in my bio. The web version of “🔥torch songs🔥” is FREE, but I’d prefer if u venmoed me because I don’t even eat these days. Full-color print copies will continue to be available for $9 in person or upon contact by dm. If u were wondering about the man dying by the bus stop, refer to “Dad Puns, Daddy Issues, and Depression, Daddio,” the second written piece in the zine.
December 16, 2017, will mark five years of the gang-rape of a paramedical student that triggered nation-wide protests and led to the formation of new laws on crimes against women. On December 16, 2012, the 23-year-old, who came to be known as Nirbhaya, was gang-raped by six men in a moving bus. She was assaulted with an iron rod and her intestines were pulled out, the doctors had said. She died at a hospital in Singapore 13 days later. Of the six rapists, one was juvenile who wassentenced for three years at a probation home. One of the prime accused, Ram Singh, was found hanging in his cell at Delhi's Tihar jail three months after his arrest. The other four convicts were sentenced to death on September 13, 2013, by the Delhi High Court. The sentence was upheld by the Supreme Court in May 2017. The review petition of the convicts will be heard by the Supreme Court in January. “My fight is against the system, not with any individual. On paper, there may have been efforts but there has been no groundwork. The government has changed but we see so many crimes against small children also,” Asha Devi stated.
She adds that despite the massive outrage that the Nirbhaya incident has caused, not much has changed – neither in the capital nor across India. “No one is safe. It is just their luck that a woman is safe. Anything can happen any day with a woman,” Nirbhaya’s mother adds.
According to The Indian Express report, Asha Devi Singh, the gangrape victim's mother said, “Every time I cross a dark area or a deserted road, it reminds me of that day… every time I read about another rape, it reminds me of that day… Continue in comment ⤵️ #throne_emperor#igpoetsofindia#himalayas#instahimachal#wanderlust#a4rr3ll#traveller#traveldiaries#travelgram#motivation#inspiration#love#inspire#life#beautiful#success#poem#writer#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#words#poems#poetrycommunity#poetsofig#writersofig#spilledink#poetryisnotdead#pahariroots
É sofrer a consequência de um erro que custou caro.
É perder uma amizade a preço de orgulho.
É o término de um relacionamento.
É quando um lar cessa de sê-lo porque você já cresceu demais para caber nele e precisa voar logo antes que cresça ainda mais e não sobre mais espaço para abrir as suas asas.
É quando uma cicatriz faz a integridade de seu corpo cair para noventa e nove por cento, e quando uma dor ainda não identificada o coloca pronto para aceitar o fato de que será preciso pegar mais leve nos exercícios impactantes.
É quando se conclui o ensino médio e dá-se conta de que o dia a dia não permanecerá o mesmo.
É quando o ano está para acabar e o ciclo dá seus últimos nós antes do desmanchador de costura do tempo e destino nos colocar novamente de pé sobre a primeira linha de uma folha em branco.
É quando um grande projeto pelo qual se trabalhou durante o ano inteiro finalmente foi realizado com sucesso, tornando inteiramente desnecessário o processo de preparação.
É quando chega o aniversário de morte de uma autora favorita que faleceu décadas antes de eu nascer.
É quando a festa acaba.
É quando o sol nasce e se é obrigado a despertar dos sonhos para viver mais um dia, e os sonhos se tornam apenas vagas lembranças embaçadas.
É quando a ansiedade sufoca a alma e impede de vivenciar os bons momentos da vida, que vai passando enquanto vou ficando, presa pelas palpitações que encolhem o peito.
É quando chego no fim daquela barra de chocolate deliciosa.
É quando a infância acaba e com ela vai-se embora a fascinação por certas coisas corriqueiras.
É quando termina o ano em que a maioria dos feriados caiu numa quinta-feira.
É quando sei que não pude fazer uma gradação.
É quando não se tem mais notícia de rostos conhecidos e queridos.
É quando, como agora, sou abatida pelo sono e o ritmo piora.
E é nas pequenas perdas cotidianas que sinto na boca o sabor amargo de uma amostra da morte e, embora ela não tenha chegado ainda, sempre dá jeito de estar presente — afinal, a morte faz parte da vida.
Ohhh haaaaayyyyy bae 😊 Box of author copies of The Self-Discipline Handbook lookin’ all nice and shiny and ready to help you change the world! Releasing January 2, Amazon, B&N, any bookstore will carry it or can get it for you, or you can order from me www.nataliewise.com if you’d like my signature in your book ✒️ I am nearly finished re-reading this and even though I just finished writing it a few months ago, it’s speaking to me. Especially this line, obviously written while #caffeinecrazy : “Passion isn’t a fruit that grows on a tree (though passion fruit is, coincidentally).” 😂 So glad my editor lets me keep the “Natalie” in these books hehe 🙃 192 beautiful pages of self-discipline and a little “Natalie” thrown in! #writerlife#needanewhashtagforthenewbook#suggestions ?
Art by Paul Shanghai
If you cut down on the amount of energy you use to spread negativity and hatred in the world, you will be such a stronger person. You will have a better purpose in life and in the lives of those around you.