Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Tumblr Reblog: What's Underneath the Drunken Shell?

As honest as honesty goes:

[...] The thing with shells, they grow to protect something tender inside. I get tougher on the outside not because I don’t care; it’s because I care too much. I’m not hopeless; I’m too hopeful. I’m not apathetic; I feel almost everything because I’ve been down, I’ve been there, and I still struggle.
It might not be the “cool” stance to take but that’s who I am. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t even worry about it. And, others who say they’re detached - are they really? Or, is it something they need to say to protect them from feeling too much? And, if you feel too much, there really is no point where you can turn that off. Not without obliterating who you are; without losing your true essence [...]
by Drunken Soberness

Friday, February 11, 2011

Taking Care on One's Self

"[...] there haven't been many moments in my life when I've been able to sit back, relax, and forget.

Tonight was one of them. It was bliss. For a stolen evening, I was [me] again. Eating good food, enjoying good company, pretending I didn't have a care in the world. One thing I've learned is that the harder your life gets, the gentler you have to be with yourself when you finally get some downtime, or you can't be strong when you need to be."

- Karen Marie Moning in SHADOWFEVER