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tylerknott:

“There’s time we can waste
and there’s time we must treasure,
please have both with me.”
— 	Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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tylerknott:

“There’s time we can waste
and there’s time we must treasure,
please have both with me.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott

Consistency is not about rigidity. It’s about eating and exercising in ways that serve you without making you feel like you’re going to extremes or forcing yourself to do something you don’t like. Finding your own unique version of consistency will be key to your success.

— David Perlmutter - Grain Brain (via fitness-flora-fauna)

(via orjasmicliving)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heartbeating and your lungs filling and your legs running longpast when you should have found your way to shuffling offthis mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death runningand jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promiseswhile she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoopor hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of yourtired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skinand rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies insidewill threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When youthink, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake fromsqueezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love andbecause it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwisestay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the questionyou’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questionsyou’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart
beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long
past when you should have found your way to shuffling off
this mortal coil and starting fresh.  Greet Death running
and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away.  Don’t make her bend or scoop
or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your
tired soul.  Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.

Love.  Promise me that you will love.  It will shake your skin
and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside
will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat.  Love.  Don’t 
think of the why or the how of the what if and just love.  When you
think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.
Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from
squeezing so tight.  Love because you cannot not love and
because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise
stay that way.  Love because it’s the answer to the question
you’ll start asking one day.  It’s the answer to all the questions
you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.

You attract the right things when you have a sense of who you are.

— Amy Poehler  (via miss-isabel)

(Source: splitterherzen, via nevergiveup283to140)

“It is never too late to turn on the light. Your ability to break an unhealthy habit or turn off an old tape doesn’t depend on how long it has been running; a shift in perspective doesn’t depend on how long you’ve held on to the old view.

When you flip the switch in that attic, it doesn’t matter whether its been dark for ten minutes, ten years or ten decades.

The light still illuminates the room and banishes the murkiness, letting you see the things you couldn’t see before.

Its never too late to take a moment to look.”

Sharon Salzberg (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via creatingaquietmind)

There is this odd trend
of taken women
saying they are too much,
and how the men they love
are amazing for dealing with them.

Love should not be a responsibility.
You should not have to deal with me.
Just because a woman is wild
and free
does not mean she is difficult.
He is not a martyr for loving me
through the good
and not so good.

Some mornings I will wake up swinging,
you do not get a gold star
for still loving me.

Some mornings I will wake up like a lamb,
you do not get a gold star
for loving me.

I am not a hurricane of a girl,
you always have the chance to leave.

Michelle K., Hurricanes. (via therainssmallhands)

(via the-life-of-leah)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #883 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Be kind.  Always.  Give love freely and never wait for it to come back. If it breathes, grows or has even a single cell bouncing aroundinside it, love it, too.  Each and every thing deserves and has earnedmore respect than its given so start the trend and I promise, promise that you will feel part of it all when you hold lifein your hands.  Do not worry about the clothes you wear, or the fashion you might (andby might I mean will always) miss out on or the way your hair seems to always look like you were struck by lightning (which you just might be).  Do not worry about the car you drive or the money thatfinds its way into whatever bank, piggy or otherwise, you set up.  Do not worry if people laugh at you, do not worry about impressingbecause people like what they like and don’t what they don’t.Do not worry of death because I promise you, one dayyou will die and it will be perfectly and completely beautiful. 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #883 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Be kind.  Always.  Give love freely and never wait for it to come back.
If it breathes, grows or has even a single cell bouncing around
inside it, love it, too.  Each and every thing deserves and has earned
more respect than its given so start the trend and I promise,
promise that you will feel part of it all when you hold life
in your hands. 

Do not worry about the clothes you wear, or the fashion you might (and
by might I mean will always) miss out on or the way your hair seems
to always look like you were struck by lightning (which you just
might be).  Do not worry about the car you drive or the money that
finds its way into whatever bank, piggy or otherwise, you set up. 
Do not worry if people laugh at you, do not worry about impressing
because people like what they like and don’t what they don’t.
Do not worry of death because I promise you, one day
you will die and it will be perfectly and completely beautiful. 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*
Text for Tired Eyes:
Listen, because we never know how much time we have and wenever, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go outand we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magicand you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Pleasepromise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurtssomeone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show youand tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tearsthey are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shouldersand are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water insteadfor one day that rock will be sand and it will have been youand only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let life and all of its folly steal the breath from your bodyand replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues withoutapology.  Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk ittruly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you.  Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to healmore than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scrapedand scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one daysomeone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertipsdown the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel thesmallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #882 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $2 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

Text for Tired Eyes:

Listen, because we never know how much time we have and we
never, not ever, are in control of when the lights will go out
and we’ll be opening our eyes to a new light again.  Listen:

Never be afraid to be proud of yourself.  You are made of magic
and you share dust and light with the stars that shine above you.  Please
promise me that you won’t dim your glow because it hurts
someone elses eyes.  Cry.  Really cry.  They will try to show you
and tell you and convince you that men don’t cry, that they bite
their lip from the inside and swallow the blood with all the tears
they are too timid to let fall. They will say that men are the shoulders
and are the rock that stands in the current.  Be the water instead
for one day that rock will be sand and it will have been you
and only you that washed it away.  Laugh.  Truly laugh.  Let
life and all of its folly steal the breath from your body
and replace it with the staccato melody of giggles and guffaws;
the laughter that comes without fair warning and continues without
apology. 

Never be afraid to follow your heart.  Take all you have and risk it
truly risk it for where your crazy heart decides to take you. 
Do not ever think you, exactly you, are not capable of chasing your dreams and do not ever think that you, exactly you, are not worth being chased.
It’s going to hurt, more than you think it will, and it’s going to heal
more than you ever imagine it can.  You will be cut, scraped
and scarred from these pursuits but scars are stories and one day
someone will come along that will pilot the ship of their fingertips
down the random rivers of your scars.  They will absentmindedly
and without knowing why, press their lips to them and feel the
smallest shock of life when skin touches skin.

Thinking about what you lack is the shortest path to misery that I know of. Instead do a “reframe” and think about what you HAVE, gifts, talents, positive people in your life, a great garden, all the great good things in your life.
When it comes to being gentle, start with yourself. Don’t get upset with your imperfections. Being disappointed by failure is understandable, but it shouldn’t turn into bitterness or spite directed at yourself.

— St. Frances de Sales (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.

— N’tima (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: mariaarroyo, via thatkindofwoman)

Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part—sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun, long conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety … Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, the butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness … The worst parts of both people. But if you still want that person by your side through all of those things … that’s when you know—that’s when you know you’re good at love.

— (via nickmiller)

(via keepbreathingx)

I give him the only honest and true answer I have.
“You’re where I want to be.”

— Simone Elkeles (via middlenameconfused)

A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset. When you wake up, take a second to think about what a privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy. The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, I assure you it will start to feel like one.