I’m My Priority Now: This Is What Self-Love Looks Like.
I’m here to love me now... I’ve closed the door on him, and if he’s out in the cold, sick, sad and old, it was his conscious choice, not mine.
Browsing Tag:
Lauren Wallett
Hello from the Chrysalis.
Hello from the chrysalis. It doesn’t get easier. Recovery is quicker, but there is no outrunning the unavoidable. The cycle continues.
But I’m Different with You.
I want to inhale him, shoot him into my bloodstream. Is he a relapse or am I just relaxing? Breathing again. Just once more. It’ll be different this time…
I Want a Free Man, Not an Addict.
Yes, I speak Addict 101. I’m fluent in your language. It’s my native tongue. But I’m enchanted by a new magical language now.
Society Is a Cult and It’s Time to Rebel.
We’re cosmically awesome, incomparably unique, burning at full voltage, it’s passion that we seek! It’s time now to rebel, this is our sacred chance.
Dead Dad, Why Are You Following Me?
My dad wasn’t barefoot because he was a wild free hippie unbound by society's norms and expectations, he didn’t have shoes!
Dancing the Movement of Breath: On Adventurous Men and Wild Women.
I’ve played out this scenario with adventurous men again and again. Mistakenly thinking we’re both something that we’re not.
The Ways I Let Your Silence Keep Me Quiet.
Beware of his silence. It’s a warning. First his words leave the room, shortly after, he will too. There’s no space for you in his silence.
An Invitation for the Women Who Leave.
Women who will leave and leave and leave, because their love is unbound by the constraints of fixed time and place and people.
Keep Your Ships, I Choose Relation-Shapes.
I will not ship myself off, packaged and gift-ready for a man to unpack and explore. 'What’s inside her box?' will not apply here.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-sea1-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sea1-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=VlK4xwUATLkAX9kdXs2&oh=59ac86d55a8924d2e5f3813adf395cd7&oe=5EA27128 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
