When you feel drained, teach yourself to prioritize your recovery, instead of giving up. You can’t pour from an empty cup. Take time to recharge yourself until you’re ready to be in a creative mode again. Balance is inherent to nature and we are just as much a part of that cycle as anything else. Sometimes you are in receptive, passive mode, and other times you are in creative, active mode. Instead of fighting these natural currents, learn to ride the wave and use them in your favor.

Who’s a good boy? 🐕

he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit

messi saying he joined psg bc they offer him the best shot at winning the ucl when we've had 2 all english finals in the past 3 years? give it up leo we all know youre just scared of doing it on a cold tuesday night in brentford

2021-05-08 Bayern Munich wins ninth consecutive Bundesliga title

when will i stop crying

"At the beginning, you played alongside Bastian Schweinsteiger as defensive midfielders. Why did it work so well between you two?"

Javi: "Playing next to him was very easy. Basti is a machine. Off pitch we're also very similar: open people, we were always making jokes, had a very good relationship. He taught me a lot, not only on the pitch."

"You also played alongside Xabi Alonso, Thiago, Joshua Kimmich. What makes these players special?"

Javi: "I've played alongside the best midfielders in the world. With them by your side, everything gets easier."

"Who are the best devensive midfielders ("Sechser") at the moment?"

Javi: "Josh, then maybe Casemiro and N'golo Kanté."

Odd to find such comfort in the dark–I who always feared it–and yet I loved the way it wrapped me like a skin.

Sandra Cisneros, from “Letters from Ilona, from the South of France,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.

I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.

In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.

In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.

And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.

When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.

But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.

You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.

“I’m much happier at 53 than I was at 23.” (x)

I'VE BEEN PAINTING AND IT TURNED OUT SO BEAUTIFUL

i’m rapidly falling out of love with football in a way that makes me stay up at night thinking about the last 15ish years & when did it all go wrong </3

idc no pain will ever compare to watching bayern lose to madrid teams several years in a row

hallowed be thy ween