Stronger Than Bronze

Hi, I'm MariaMyka,

Twenty-two, and a passionate dreamer.

Bookworm, Blogger, Bibliophile

Suicide Prevention Advocate

Feel free to talk, I'd love to hear from you.

Have Faith, Trust, and Love.

Remember,

YOU ARE STRONGER THAN BRONZE

XOXO,

Me.

Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.
Something that I need carved in my bones. (via beagmactire)

(via tripstahipsta)

mariamyka:

Last month, a lot of people were rocked by the death of one of the greats.

Robin Williams was a household name of a person who can cheer up the worst days with his presence in television: As the Captain, as Patch Adams, as Mrs Doubtfire, or my personal favorite, as the Genie.

And yet, he took matters into his own hands as he decided to end his own life.

Robin Williams was not the only star who…

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twloha:

Welcome to Midnight. That’s what we say when the ball drops and a new year begins. i like that moment because beyond the fireworks and resolutions, beyond the kisses and celebration, is the quiet hope that something can be new. That it’s possible to leave the past behind and start again. There’s nothing extra special on television tonight, no clapping crowd in Times Square, no parade scheduled for the morning. But this midnight means World Suicide Prevention Day, and we would like to think this day can be significant. Not because the world needs another holiday, and not because we need a stage to stand on. We believe in World Suicide Prevention Day for the same reasons we love New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. Because perhaps it’s possible to change. Perhaps it’s possible to start again. Perhaps it’s possible for things to be new. We know that change takes more than a moment, and we aren’t saying it will be easy, but we’re saying that it’s worth it. This life. This night. Your story. Your pain. Your hope. It matters. All of it matters. You’re loved. You matter to this world and you matter to the people who love you. So stay. Please stay. No one else can play your part. - Jamie Tworkowski

mariamyka:

#SuicidePrevention #SuicidePreventionMonth2014

There are three types of friends:

The true friends who will always be there for you, and who you know you can always talk to, even without saying a word. The comfortable friends who you’ve known your entire life, that time or distance can’t change how you are when you’re around each other. And finally, the friends who you love, but you’re not sure if you still want to keep.

The first two are easy enough: you know they will always have your back, and you know that no matter how long it’s been, they will not judge you for the things you do or say, because you’ve grown together in ways that nobody outside your bubbles will understand.

The third type is the more confusing one, because they too, could be part of those people who you knew since forever, or they were also your best friends at some point. But you realize that you’ve changed, or they’ve changed, and at the end of it, you realize that you’re not growing together anymore… you’re growing apart.

And you have to accept that at some point, it’s okay to let go.

One of the things that I realized after my ex and I broke up is that the disparity on how we take care of people are much too different, and too far apart, that the opposite poles don’t attract anymore.

He just threw everything about his relationships (with his friends, as well as with me) into the universe and trusted that even if he does not make an effort, if it’s real, it will work itself out. Even if he can’t spare time, or won’t make an effort to connect, he trusts that people who care about him enough will be okay with that, because if it’s real, it would not go away.

For me, it was different. I will take care of my relationships as much as I could, because if there’s anything that could turn what’s right into all kinds of wrong, it’s when you take people for granted. Because no matter how important you are to someone, if you can’t show them that, they will eventually feel alone, and if you have a friend who you abandoned enough to feel alone, then you’re not doing your part.

So where does this letting go thing fit into this sap story?

It is the sap story. I know more people who are more like my ex, and just as I’ve been so tired of taking care of that relationship, I am also tired of taking care of my relationships with everyone else.

I have my bad parts, I know that. But I also know, that despite my mean streak, or my “tanga” moments, or my really-just-evil ways, I have never been a bad friend. I’ve never told a friend that going to see him or her is an inconvenience when I know I’m needed, even if it actually was. I never purposefully stood someone up and made a lame excuse about it because I know I don’t want that done to me. I never told a friend to suck it when I know she needed a hug more, and I never hugged her when telling her to suck it up will do more good than a friend’s embrace.

Most of all, I tried my best not to make a friend feel abandoned, even when I was dealing of a shitload more.

So when my friends tell me that I have high standards on relationships, it’s really not the choice of people I fall in love with. I have high standards of relationships because I know what lengths I will go through for the people I love, and don’t call me in the bullshit that you should never expect in return because that’s being a doormat, and to be honest, being a doormat makes things so much worse because you accept that you’re taken advantage of and that’s not right on any level.

As for me, I’m letting go.

I am not going to push myself to be part of someone’s life if it means I’m going to be taken for granted. I am not going to let anyone hurt me the way I have been hurt before.

I am going to be cautious when it comes to trusting the people around me.

Because at the end of the day, I only have to take care of myself, what I do for others is not an obligation, it’s out of love and care.

And I will stop caring for those who won’t care.

In the end, let’s just say, it’s all about equivalent exchange.

Source: Aere Perennius on Wordpress

oliviatheelf:

too-kawaii-to-die:

I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.

"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it. 

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mariamyka:

If anyone would ask me about my first love, the who and the what are two very different things. The who is just going to be another faceless name in my life someday, but the what is going to stay with me, maybe forever.

I have always been a bookworm. If buying and reading books can be considered addictions, then I am a hopeless case.

And the sad thing is, non-bookworms will never understand.

“You…

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A reader will want a little of each of her favorite heroes to be in the man that she will spend her life with, because an ordinary love is no love at all. She already probably understands that she’s not going to marry a prince or a knight, but if you don’t look at her like you are looking at something beautiful, or if you don’t hold her like you’re holding your whole world in her arms, then you probably wouldn’t be worth it, because if she loves you, the whole world is going to know even when she doesn’t say a word. A reader doesn’t just love you for all that she is, she’s also going to love you the way characters in books know how, as each of those characters have a little of her in them, and that means she loves you a hundredfold more than a non-reader would.

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. 

― Edgar Allan Poe

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free. 

― Maya Angelou

I have been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Singing within myself as bird or bee
When such do field-work on a morn of May.
But, now I look upon my flowers, decay
Has met them in my hands more fatally
Because more warmly clasped,—and sobs are free
To come instead of songs. What do you say,
Sweet counsellors, dear friends ? that I should go
Back straightway to the fields and gather more ?
Another, sooth, may do it, but not I !
My heart is very tired, my strength is low,
My hands are full of blossoms plucked before,
Held dead within them till myself shall die.

― Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

— Langston Hughes

According to the quirky days of the year calendar, March 31 is Eiffel Tower day. It’s a happy accident that I wore my Eiffel Tower pendant today. :)

One day, I will go to Paris and fall in love. ♥

I am not jealous
of what came before me. 

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time! 

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life! 

— Pablo Neruda