luna-skylar:

hookahsupernova:

I get so anxious about really stupid shit. It’s as simple as that. Is there a solution?

This is going to sound lame but I have the exact same thing, it’s killing me.

And me three.

This last week has been a bit of an emotionally horrific one, and as such not very interesting to anyone but myself. So it was pretty quiet on the social front. Did manage to catch the Chelsea game at the pub and spend some time reading in the sunshine but not a lot else.

A little while ago I found The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran in an Oxfam bookstore and bought it. Now I am not an overly religious person, but this book spoke to me like nothing else I’ve ever read before.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

If you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.