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blooooom · a year ago
it can be tempting to live your life like a prequel. to live as if you’re setting up your own story.and once you lose the weight, once you have the money, once you graduate school, once you’re in a real relationship, once, once, once. then finally, you’ll begin to live, and everything you do up until that point is some kind of half-life, some unimportant foreword you can skip. don’t do this. inhabit your life completely. sink fully into the wealth of your existence. the power to manifest is in the fearless owning of who you are, so that you can shape where you’re going.
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helenasurvives · 6 months ago
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seven
and my reply is
because i am a girl
and pink
is a princess color.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am ten
and i like
because a boy told me that pink
is lame and girly.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am thirteen
and i tell them
it is unique and spunky
like i want to be.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seventeen
and i just say
i do not say
it is bright and angry at the world
as i am
i cannot form the words to express
all of my frustrations
so i paint my lips with
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty
and it’s pink
i remember the joy
of being a child
i reclaim the freedom
of femininity
because i cannot remember
what my shoulders felt like
before the depression
hung from them.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty-six
and my answer is
it confuses most people
they don’t see it
they may think of dirt
and dust
and dead things
but it is coffee with friends
and the chocolate chip cookies
my mom used to make.
it is my hair
and my eyes
amber and gold
in the sun
and i love myself
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ninasdrafts · a year ago
People tend to forget to tell each other how much they love or miss you or need you, and even if they do remember, sometimes they're just too shy, too scared, too certain it's the wrong thing to say or the wrong timing. But it's not. It never is. Say it before it's too late. For all we know, it could all be different tomorrow.
just say the word before it’s too late / n.j.
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aesthetic-depression0 · 2 years ago
"What if after all this fighting it turns out this world isn't for me? What if i don't belong here?"
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returntoeden · a year ago
in order to experience growth, you need to be planted in the right environment. throw a seed on the pavement and it will sit there for years, getting stepped on and thrown aside. plant a seed in spoiled soil and it may never get the chance to grow. neglect to water the seed and it will grow slow and shrivel easy. in order to grow, we need to be planted in an environment that honors our needs and cultivates our potential. you’re not broken, you’re not hopeless, you’re not failing -- you’re just not in the right environment. 
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blooooom · a year ago
the cure to self-sabotage is to anchor yourself to the universal truth that you are worth it. you are worth the effort. you are worth the difficulty, you are worth the time, you are worth the consideration. there is never a point in your life, in time itself, that you are not worth it. return to this truth when you feel yourself slipping. do not let it go.
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thedarklinkfell · 12 months ago
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Hargreeves Siblings + The Stages of Grief Grief is an emotional response to loss, but not necessarily death; it is the way we cope with understanding that we are without something. The way we process something we struggle to cope with. Or, the Hargreeves and their emotional responses to Reginald. Bonus: ”He was my father too.” 
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sunsetico · a year ago
i didn't know what it was to want, to crave something so badly you feel your soul ripping your insides, trying to reach out for it. i didn't know what it was to want something so desperately your heart ached at the absence of it. that night, i craved your touch as if you were in another universe, far away from me. i craved your touch so much i repeated in my head, like a spell, like a mantra, 'touch me'. 'touch me'. 'touch me'. please please please i am begging you, put your hand on my heart, your lips on my neck, your eyes on my soul. touch me, god fucking damn it.
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blooooom · a year ago
there is a distinct difference in being nice vs being kind. niceness is reactionary, an extension of societal imprinting related to appearing civilized and pleasant. it’s automatically saying “hey, how are you?” when greeting someone.
kindness is very different, it looks like saying, “hey, last time we talked you mentioned [thing], what happened with that? did you get it figured out?” it comes from a place of sincerity and fosters genuine intimacy between you and others. 
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sunsweeties · 5 months ago
bruh just manhandle the shit out of me but with pure love
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sunsetico · 2 years ago
there was life way before you happened and there will be life after you happen.
moving on. finally.
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blooooom · a year ago
are you allowing your loved ones to pour into you? take stock of the past few months. how many times have you said “don’t worry about it” when you wished someone would worry, when’s the last time you said “i got it” when you didn’t really have it? there is no healing without help, and support circles exist around you but may have been shrouded in shadow due to living in this individualistic paradigm. honor yourself by accepting and inviting help when you need it.
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