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Explore zuberi_berko's Instagram Lengends in the making... bless up to @magmaflaymz for the experience, more strength @jeggae3 for being a supportive, heart love to @hiyaflames and the volcanic band... Trend setters and globe conquerers.. pure kings.

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Lengends in the making... bless up to @magmaflaymz for the experience, more strength @jeggae3 for being a supportive, heart love to @hiyaflames and the volcanic band... Trend setters and globe conquerers.. pure kings. #micropoetry #poem #poet #poetry #poetscommunity #poetscommunityofinstagram #poetofig  #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #author #writer #youngblackpoets #youngblackpoetscommunity #youngblackartists #youngblackauthor #youngblackandgifted🎨✍🏾 #instawriter #wordporn #qoute #qoutesoftheday #writingcommunity #wordswithfriends #appreciate #performance #expressions

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Explore zuberi_berko's Instagram Went to the Open of the Jamaica Biennial 2017 exhibition, while there I bombarded an ex- colleagues photo... Just look at her face but I was still loving it.

If you're in Jamaica go check it out it's a awesome exhibition. It runs from February 24 - may 28, 2017 at the national gallery of jamaica.

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Went to the Open of the Jamaica Biennial 2017 exhibition, while there I bombarded an ex- colleagues photo... Just look at her face but I was still loving it. If you're in Jamaica go check it out it's a awesome exhibition. It runs from February 24 - may 28, 2017 at the national gallery of jamaica. #micropoetry #poem #poet #poetry #poetscommunity #poetscommunityofinstagram #poetofig  #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #author #writer #youngblackpoets #youngblackpoetscommunity #youngblackartists #youngblackauthor #youngblackandgifted🎨✍🏾 #instawriter #wordporn #qoute #qoutesoftheday #writingcommunity #wordswithfriends #appreciate #performance #expressions #art #jamaicabiennial2017

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Explore delpopolojuliana's Instagram Era un día gris, de esos que te oprimen un poco el corazón. 
Con su cielo encapotado y finas gotas suicidándose poco a poco. 
Vos por dentro estabas aún más gris que ese día, una tormenta arremolinándose se vislumbraba a través de tus ojos. 
Con un poco de dolor, otro poco de nostalgia y algunas lágrimas estrujándote el corazón. 
Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo que reflejabas, para mi eras luz, mi sol personal. 
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Hubiese querido abrazarte y quitarte aunque sea la mitad, si no todo, esos sentimientos que te oprimían.
Hubiese querido en ese momento mirar tus ojos y que nos dijéramos lo que vendría días después, así al menos hubiera tenido el derecho a consolarte. 
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El tiempo pasó y nos quedaron las sensaciones de los pequeños instantes. 
Instantes en los que fuimos uno en alma, 
instantes donde irradiabas tanta luz que quemabas todo, todo lo que no debía ser.
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Ph: Ana González.
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Era un día gris, de esos que te oprimen un poco el corazón. Con su cielo encapotado y finas gotas suicidándose poco a poco. Vos por dentro estabas aún más gris que ese día, una tormenta arremolinándose se vislumbraba a través de tus ojos. Con un poco de dolor, otro poco de nostalgia y algunas lágrimas estrujándote el corazón. Sin embargo, a pesar de todo lo que reflejabas, para mi eras luz, mi sol personal. _ . _ Hubiese querido abrazarte y quitarte aunque sea la mitad, si no todo, esos sentimientos que te oprimían. Hubiese querido en ese momento mirar tus ojos y que nos dijéramos lo que vendría días después, así al menos hubiera tenido el derecho a consolarte. _ . _ El tiempo pasó y nos quedaron las sensaciones de los pequeños instantes. Instantes en los que fuimos uno en alma, instantes donde irradiabas tanta luz que quemabas todo, todo lo que no debía ser. . . Ph: Ana González. . . #written #writergirl #writercommunity #writersofinsta #igwriters #escritos #escritora #words #love #poetry #poesía #palabras #amor #poetofig #poetsofinstagram #igpoetry #thougts #spilledthoughts #creation #creativewriting #writing #quotes #pensamientos #letradeautor #letrasenespañol #photography #inspiration #athousandonewords

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Explore pitinanon's Instagram #กลอนแปด #กลอน
💖ปักใจรักรักปักใจในดาวนี้
ทุกทิวาทุกราตรีมิหน่ายแหนง
ใจเจ้าของเจ้าของใจไม่เปลี่ยนแปลง
ไม่แอบแฝงไม่แฝงแอบแบบแกล้งรัก
ดาวคนดีคนดีดาวสกาวส่อง
ไม่ผยองผยองไม่ให้ประจักษ์
ดาวรักงานรักงานดาวสามารถนัก
เราตระหนักตระหนักเรามายาวนาน💖
#poem #verse
💖Lots of people make up their mind to love this star
💖Day by day he is loved by the ones near and far
💖The owner of each heart who truly loves him never changes his heart
💖And never pretends to love him to the last
💖He behaves so well and shines brightly
💖And is never arrogant  as we all see
💖He loves to do his work with all his might
💖And his work has been for very long time admired
#Bie Sukrit Wisetkaew #Thaipop #superstar #singer and #actor
@biesukrit_w
#biesukrit_w
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#loveandcare #eternitylove
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#กลอนแปด #กลอน 💖ปักใจรักรักปักใจในดาวนี้ ทุกทิวาทุกราตรีมิหน่ายแหนง ใจเจ้าของเจ้าของใจไม่เปลี่ยนแปลง ไม่แอบแฝงไม่แฝงแอบแบบแกล้งรัก ดาวคนดีคนดีดาวสกาวส่อง ไม่ผยองผยองไม่ให้ประจักษ์ ดาวรักงานรักงานดาวสามารถนัก เราตระหนักตระหนักเรามายาวนาน💖 #poem #verse 💖Lots of people make up their mind to love this star 💖Day by day he is loved by the ones near and far 💖The owner of each heart who truly loves him never changes his heart 💖And never pretends to love him to the last 💖He behaves so well and shines brightly 💖And is never arrogant as we all see 💖He loves to do his work with all his might 💖And his work has been for very long time admired #bieSukrit Wisetkaew #thaipop #superstar #singerand #actor @biesukrit_w #biesukrit_w #beloved #bepopular #besuccessful #loveandcare #eternitylove #poetslove #poetslife #poetofig #poetsofig #poetryloving #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycommunityofinstagram #postcardoftheday #postcardoftheworld #couplering

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram You see, he’s the one that got away for a reason. He was never here to stay.
No matter what, he was never going to be “the one.” If he was really meant to be in your life, he would be. As simple as that. He wouldn’t be the one that got away – he would be the one that stayed. He wouldn’t be the one in the past, he would be the one in the now. Whether he left you or you left him, whether the timing just was never right, or whether one of you fell for someone else, he still left. Or you still left. Whether he fought for you or whether he walked away, he still stopped fighting. Or maybe you stopped fighting. But either way, he still got away.
This doesn’t mean that you can’t still think about him, or that you can’t love the parts of him that changed you. This doesn’t mean that you need to forget about him – he became a part of who you are today. This doesn’t mean that he didn’t love or that you shouldn’t have been together. You don’t need to be torn up by regret.
But it does mean that you can release your sadness and relieve your regrets. In the moment, the situation was perfect for you. But now you are in a new moment. Now you are in a new stage. And he is no longer for you. He wasn’t the one for you.
You see the one for you is still out there.
Maybe you’re with him now, or maybe you’re not. The one that is worth it is the one that stays; the one that you hold on to. The one that is worth it is the one that is worth fighting for and the one that thinks you are worth fighting for.
Let yourself remember the one that got away, let yourself think about him. But understand that you don’t need to delve back into the past – you don’t need to try to do it all over again. He got away for a reason. You don’t need to pine for him or wait for him to come around again. He got away because he isn’t your forever boy.
Wait for the one that is.
Wait for the one that stays. 1459707831200362212_4625024351

You see, he’s the one that got away for a reason. He was never here to stay. No matter what, he was never going to be “the one.” If he was really meant to be in your life, he would be. As simple as that. He wouldn’t be the one that got away – he would be the one that stayed. He wouldn’t be the one in the past, he would be the one in the now. Whether he left you or you left him, whether the timing just was never right, or whether one of you fell for someone else, he still left. Or you still left. Whether he fought for you or whether he walked away, he still stopped fighting. Or maybe you stopped fighting. But either way, he still got away. This doesn’t mean that you can’t still think about him, or that you can’t love the parts of him that changed you. This doesn’t mean that you need to forget about him – he became a part of who you are today. This doesn’t mean that he didn’t love or that you shouldn’t have been together. You don’t need to be torn up by regret. But it does mean that you can release your sadness and relieve your regrets. In the moment, the situation was perfect for you. But now you are in a new moment. Now you are in a new stage. And he is no longer for you. He wasn’t the one for you. You see the one for you is still out there. Maybe you’re with him now, or maybe you’re not. The one that is worth it is the one that stays; the one that you hold on to. The one that is worth it is the one that is worth fighting for and the one that thinks you are worth fighting for. Let yourself remember the one that got away, let yourself think about him. But understand that you don’t need to delve back into the past – you don’t need to try to do it all over again. He got away for a reason. You don’t need to pine for him or wait for him to come around again. He got away because he isn’t your forever boy. Wait for the one that is. Wait for the one that stays.

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram The girl that’s always smiling tries to make everyone else happy. When one of her friends is heartbroken, she’s the first one to give a pep talk. To remind her of how beautiful she is and how her ex is going to regret leaving her.
She’ll do whatever it takes — buy her friend food or watch Disney movies alongside her or go out drinking together — because she needs that friend to be happy again.
She loves when she can make someone laugh through their tears. When she can bring a little bit of hope into someone else’s life.
But she’s so busy worrying about everyone around her that she neglects her own life. She shoves her problems deep into her stomach so she can deal with everyone else’s issues. So she can be a good friend.
She feels like it’s rude to yammer on about her problems when she’s having a conversation with someone close to her. Like she has some sort of obligation to be the fun one. The happy one. The positive one.
She hides how she feels — even from the people that pull her aside and ask her how she’s doing. From the friends that honestly want to know what’s going on in her life.
She doesn’t want to bother them. She doesn’t want to weigh them down with her misery. So she claims that she’s fine. She tells them funny stories about her week and leaves out the devastating ones. She edits her life to make it look perfect.
And, on the rare occasions that she actually opens up about her problems, she makes them sound like a joke. I’m flunking my math class haha I’ve barely been getting any sleep haha I think my boss is going to fire me LMAO. 
She acts like she has no worries, so no one worries about her.
She’s a master at pretending. But she’s secretly miserable. She’s lost. She’s afraid.
She wishes that someone would see past her white toothed smile and into her shattered soul. But no one does. No one ever does.
Everyone assumes that depression is hidden beneath black clothes and gothic haircuts. They think that unhappiness is obvious. That they would know if someone they loved was struggling.
They don’t realize that the girls with the widest smiles have the deepest cracks in their hearts.
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The girl that’s always smiling tries to make everyone else happy. When one of her friends is heartbroken, she’s the first one to give a pep talk. To remind her of how beautiful she is and how her ex is going to regret leaving her. She’ll do whatever it takes — buy her friend food or watch Disney movies alongside her or go out drinking together — because she needs that friend to be happy again. She loves when she can make someone laugh through their tears. When she can bring a little bit of hope into someone else’s life. But she’s so busy worrying about everyone around her that she neglects her own life. She shoves her problems deep into her stomach so she can deal with everyone else’s issues. So she can be a good friend. She feels like it’s rude to yammer on about her problems when she’s having a conversation with someone close to her. Like she has some sort of obligation to be the fun one. The happy one. The positive one. She hides how she feels — even from the people that pull her aside and ask her how she’s doing. From the friends that honestly want to know what’s going on in her life. She doesn’t want to bother them. She doesn’t want to weigh them down with her misery. So she claims that she’s fine. She tells them funny stories about her week and leaves out the devastating ones. She edits her life to make it look perfect. And, on the rare occasions that she actually opens up about her problems, she makes them sound like a joke. I’m flunking my math class haha I’ve barely been getting any sleep haha I think my boss is going to fire me LMAO. She acts like she has no worries, so no one worries about her. She’s a master at pretending. But she’s secretly miserable. She’s lost. She’s afraid. She wishes that someone would see past her white toothed smile and into her shattered soul. But no one does. No one ever does. Everyone assumes that depression is hidden beneath black clothes and gothic haircuts. They think that unhappiness is obvious. That they would know if someone they loved was struggling. They don’t realize that the girls with the widest smiles have the deepest cracks in their hearts. *continued

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram So, go ahead and do it. Do the one thing that you were told not to ever do. Give up. Fail. Break down. Really, really, fall hard with your face planted onto the concrete. Feel what it is like to truly be sad. Feel all of the hurt that you have brushed aside for too long. Cry the hardest you have since you lost your first love. Really feel what it’s like to see no light at the end of the tunnel. Feel what having no hope is like.
You are a human being.
You aren’t a robot programmed to always have a smile on your face. You are going to go through shit in your life that will truly test your limits. You are going to go through heartache over and over again. And you are going to fail, just like me, and just like every other single person on this earth.
You’re allowed to give up. You get the privilege to do it. You have the stability to do it.
Because, giving up, just like anything else, will not be permanent. It’s not going to be forever.
The harder you fall, the taller you will stand later in life. When you lose yourself, you’re going to eventually meet a better you. When you experience the kind of grief that you think will never end, you will learn from it and slowly heal.
So, go ahead and do what no one else has given you permission to do. Do what you have never allowed yourself to do. Stop faking that smile. Stop faking that laugh. Truly, hit rock bottom.
You’ll be surprised by how liberating it will feel to be at the lowest of lows, and to be ok with letting yourself go to that dark place. Allow yourself to feel things you have repressed for so long. Allow yourself to crumble.
Give up. And then let yourself rebuild. Give up. And then let yourself heal afterwards.
Give up. And watch how high you will rise. Give up. And truly experience what it’s like to lose faith in everything, and then how it feels to get it all back again. Give up. And watch how fast you fly. Watch yourself begin anew. Watch yourself succeed. Watch yourself fall in love with yourself all over again. 1459710881499675275_4625024351

So, go ahead and do it. Do the one thing that you were told not to ever do. Give up. Fail. Break down. Really, really, fall hard with your face planted onto the concrete. Feel what it is like to truly be sad. Feel all of the hurt that you have brushed aside for too long. Cry the hardest you have since you lost your first love. Really feel what it’s like to see no light at the end of the tunnel. Feel what having no hope is like. You are a human being. You aren’t a robot programmed to always have a smile on your face. You are going to go through shit in your life that will truly test your limits. You are going to go through heartache over and over again. And you are going to fail, just like me, and just like every other single person on this earth. You’re allowed to give up. You get the privilege to do it. You have the stability to do it. Because, giving up, just like anything else, will not be permanent. It’s not going to be forever. The harder you fall, the taller you will stand later in life. When you lose yourself, you’re going to eventually meet a better you. When you experience the kind of grief that you think will never end, you will learn from it and slowly heal. So, go ahead and do what no one else has given you permission to do. Do what you have never allowed yourself to do. Stop faking that smile. Stop faking that laugh. Truly, hit rock bottom. You’ll be surprised by how liberating it will feel to be at the lowest of lows, and to be ok with letting yourself go to that dark place. Allow yourself to feel things you have repressed for so long. Allow yourself to crumble. Give up. And then let yourself rebuild. Give up. And then let yourself heal afterwards. Give up. And watch how high you will rise. Give up. And truly experience what it’s like to lose faith in everything, and then how it feels to get it all back again. Give up. And watch how fast you fly. Watch yourself begin anew. Watch yourself succeed. Watch yourself fall in love with yourself all over again.

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram here’s the thing about graduating high school or University and entering the real world: Your life becomes your own. For better or for worse. Yes, you might have to work a crummy job. Yes, you might barely be able to make ends meet. Yes, you are going to have breakups and rejections and struggles that make you feel as though the wind has been knocked straight out of your chest.
But at the end of the day, every struggle, every triumph, every fresh start belongs to you. Some people will find that statement terrifying. But others will find it absolutely liberating. And those are the people who will unquestionably love their adult years.
It is easy to be sixteen or seventeen or eighteen and have all your expenses covered for you. It’s easy to have health care and a roof over your head and piping hot meals delivered to you three times a day if you had the kind of parents who did that.
And it’s a lot of fun to stumble through college. It’s great to meet inspiring people and learn incredible things and spent one or two too many weekends getting way too drunk and hooking up with everyone.
There are many benefits to being young and careless.
But there’s also a very particular kind of contentment that I believe you cannot truly experience until you hit your adult years.
It’s the pride of looking around an apartment that you fought tooth and nail to make rent on and telling yourself, ‘This place is mine.’
It’s the joy of landing the first job that aligns with your passions and knowing that you – and you alone – made it happen for yourself.
It’s the comfort of knowing that life is going to throw you curves and speed bumps and heartaches and breaks but you’re going to steer yourself through every single one of them. Because you’ve fought your way into the kind of adult you want to become. And I’m not sure if there’s a single feeling out there that rivals that one.
So here is what I’ll give you straight up – it isn’t going to be easy. Not a single, glorious moment of it. You’re going to flail and struggle and fall and at times it’s going to hurt a whole lot. That’s adulthood. They aren’t lying to you about that.
But it’s also going to be phenomenal. *continued 1459711785472698079_4625024351

here’s the thing about graduating high school or University and entering the real world: Your life becomes your own. For better or for worse. Yes, you might have to work a crummy job. Yes, you might barely be able to make ends meet. Yes, you are going to have breakups and rejections and struggles that make you feel as though the wind has been knocked straight out of your chest. But at the end of the day, every struggle, every triumph, every fresh start belongs to you. Some people will find that statement terrifying. But others will find it absolutely liberating. And those are the people who will unquestionably love their adult years. It is easy to be sixteen or seventeen or eighteen and have all your expenses covered for you. It’s easy to have health care and a roof over your head and piping hot meals delivered to you three times a day if you had the kind of parents who did that. And it’s a lot of fun to stumble through college. It’s great to meet inspiring people and learn incredible things and spent one or two too many weekends getting way too drunk and hooking up with everyone. There are many benefits to being young and careless. But there’s also a very particular kind of contentment that I believe you cannot truly experience until you hit your adult years. It’s the pride of looking around an apartment that you fought tooth and nail to make rent on and telling yourself, ‘This place is mine.’ It’s the joy of landing the first job that aligns with your passions and knowing that you – and you alone – made it happen for yourself. It’s the comfort of knowing that life is going to throw you curves and speed bumps and heartaches and breaks but you’re going to steer yourself through every single one of them. Because you’ve fought your way into the kind of adult you want to become. And I’m not sure if there’s a single feeling out there that rivals that one. So here is what I’ll give you straight up – it isn’t going to be easy. Not a single, glorious moment of it. You’re going to flail and struggle and fall and at times it’s going to hurt a whole lot. That’s adulthood. They aren’t lying to you about that. But it’s also going to be phenomenal. *continued

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram A girl who is used to being on her own probably doesn’t need you. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want you.
Just because she can walk the road alone, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy your company.
See, the truth about being on your own is that after a while, being on your own becomes your safe space. There’s a reliability in answering to only yourself, to only worrying about yourself. And though at times it can be lonely, it’s a softer lonely. It’s a loneliness that eventually becomes familiar and almost beautiful.
So when someone else comes in, and shakes up that world and that loneliness, it’s jarring.
And so, for a while, there’s going to be some adjustment. There’s going to be some ebb and flow, some give and take. There’s going to be some fear on her end. Not only because she’ll be tentative to let you into her world, to let you scale those walls, to invite you into a life that previously only hers.
But there will also be the fear that if she does let you in, does trust you, that she’ll stop being comfortable on her own, and start to only be comfortable with you.
And the intrinsic fear of getting comfortable with another person is,
“What do I do if they leave?”
When you love a girl who is used to being on her own, you’re loving a girl who is scared by the possibility of ever having to relearn how to do that. You’re saying, “Please let me in,” while she’s saying, “Please don’t go.”
There’s an ease to being on your own once you get used to it, but the getting used to it part is often times an uphill battle, an incredibly difficult journey, and she really dreads the possibility of having to do it again.
So when you love a girl who has been used to being on her own, please be prepared to stay. Be ready to hold her hand when she says, “I can do it,” and respond with, “But I can help.” Be ready to learn about her life, her world, and find a way to respect it while still being a part of it.
Be ready to scale the walls she’s built around her heart, and be ready to never worry about what’s going on outside of them. Because when you do, when you really do, she’ll be ready to never let you go. 1459712118911650497_4625024351

A girl who is used to being on her own probably doesn’t need you. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want you. Just because she can walk the road alone, doesn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy your company. See, the truth about being on your own is that after a while, being on your own becomes your safe space. There’s a reliability in answering to only yourself, to only worrying about yourself. And though at times it can be lonely, it’s a softer lonely. It’s a loneliness that eventually becomes familiar and almost beautiful. So when someone else comes in, and shakes up that world and that loneliness, it’s jarring. And so, for a while, there’s going to be some adjustment. There’s going to be some ebb and flow, some give and take. There’s going to be some fear on her end. Not only because she’ll be tentative to let you into her world, to let you scale those walls, to invite you into a life that previously only hers. But there will also be the fear that if she does let you in, does trust you, that she’ll stop being comfortable on her own, and start to only be comfortable with you. And the intrinsic fear of getting comfortable with another person is, “What do I do if they leave?” When you love a girl who is used to being on her own, you’re loving a girl who is scared by the possibility of ever having to relearn how to do that. You’re saying, “Please let me in,” while she’s saying, “Please don’t go.” There’s an ease to being on your own once you get used to it, but the getting used to it part is often times an uphill battle, an incredibly difficult journey, and she really dreads the possibility of having to do it again. So when you love a girl who has been used to being on her own, please be prepared to stay. Be ready to hold her hand when she says, “I can do it,” and respond with, “But I can help.” Be ready to learn about her life, her world, and find a way to respect it while still being a part of it. Be ready to scale the walls she’s built around her heart, and be ready to never worry about what’s going on outside of them. Because when you do, when you really do, she’ll be ready to never let you go.

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Explore ppoemstotheheart's Instagram When you actually stop caring what other people think, you empower yourself to take control of your own narrative. Suddenly, the only person you have to consult before deciding what to do, where to go, or how to behave, is your own inner voice—the one living inside you that’s easy to reach at all hours of the day. You will never be 100 certain of the outcomes of your various choices, but no one ever gets to be 100 percent certain about anything.
When you actually stop caring what other people think, you start saving the precious time you once spent doubting yourself. You also spare yourself from playing the fruitless, time-consuming game that is trying to guess what’s going on in someone else’s brain. Finally, you see the futility in speculating. You see that whatever’s going on in another person’s mind shouldn’t impact your choices anyway.
When you actually stop caring what other people think, you start preserving your energy for the pursuits and people that matter. You stop making room for toxic “friends” and family members because they aren’t worth it. Instead, you devote yourself fully to the people who deserve your attention and the endeavors that genuinely make you happy. You don’t care what anyone else is doing at any given time. You care about the here and now. The moment and place you’re occupying, and the people you’re with.
When you actually stop caring what other people think, you pay less attention to gossip. You don’t get swept up in rumors, realizing that hearsay is incredibly tedious, not to mention unreliable. You stop trying to prove yourself, too. You don’t do things specifically designed to shape or “fix” people’s perceptions of you because you honestly don’t care what they say behind your back in response to your actions. Instead, you consult your own instincts for guidance and your own heart for feedback.
Most importantly, perhaps, when you actually stop caring what other people think, you gain perspective. You see your place in the world for how very minuscule it is, but this realization doesn’t sadden or scare you. It makes you more modest, more mindful, and more appreciative. 1459713613971297197_4625024351

When you actually stop caring what other people think, you empower yourself to take control of your own narrative. Suddenly, the only person you have to consult before deciding what to do, where to go, or how to behave, is your own inner voice—the one living inside you that’s easy to reach at all hours of the day. You will never be 100 certain of the outcomes of your various choices, but no one ever gets to be 100 percent certain about anything. When you actually stop caring what other people think, you start saving the precious time you once spent doubting yourself. You also spare yourself from playing the fruitless, time-consuming game that is trying to guess what’s going on in someone else’s brain. Finally, you see the futility in speculating. You see that whatever’s going on in another person’s mind shouldn’t impact your choices anyway. When you actually stop caring what other people think, you start preserving your energy for the pursuits and people that matter. You stop making room for toxic “friends” and family members because they aren’t worth it. Instead, you devote yourself fully to the people who deserve your attention and the endeavors that genuinely make you happy. You don’t care what anyone else is doing at any given time. You care about the here and now. The moment and place you’re occupying, and the people you’re with. When you actually stop caring what other people think, you pay less attention to gossip. You don’t get swept up in rumors, realizing that hearsay is incredibly tedious, not to mention unreliable. You stop trying to prove yourself, too. You don’t do things specifically designed to shape or “fix” people’s perceptions of you because you honestly don’t care what they say behind your back in response to your actions. Instead, you consult your own instincts for guidance and your own heart for feedback. Most importantly, perhaps, when you actually stop caring what other people think, you gain perspective. You see your place in the world for how very minuscule it is, but this realization doesn’t sadden or scare you. It makes you more modest, more mindful, and more appreciative.

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Explore daniellesheehan__'s Instagram I want that you drive me insane love 
Sparks so big put Fourth of July to shame love 
That 'what's in a name' love 
That I can't get you off my brain love 
That gut wrenching pain love
'Cause when it's here, it will stain, love 
That high like cocaine love 
Like running through my veins love 
That kiss me in the rain love 
The polar of plain love 
That impossible to explain love -
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Danielle Sheehan 🍀 1459226627912524216_1690640234

I want that you drive me insane love Sparks so big put Fourth of July to shame love That 'what's in a name' love That I can't get you off my brain love That gut wrenching pain love 'Cause when it's here, it will stain, love That high like cocaine love Like running through my veins love That kiss me in the rain love The polar of plain love That impossible to explain love - - Danielle Sheehan 🍀

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Explore haileychristoffersen's Instagram This man, warms my heart with everything he writes! I've had the pleasure of knowing him and reading his words since the first moments I created my own writing account. I am so thankful to know him! Go show him some love, he deserves it & so much more! Thank you for you Roger ❤️. @sidd_long 1459668180523650407_1680842917

This man, warms my heart with everything he writes! I've had the pleasure of knowing him and reading his words since the first moments I created my own writing account. I am so thankful to know him! Go show him some love, he deserves it & so much more! Thank you for you Roger ❤️. @sidd_long

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