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auroraruth · 3 months

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#repost #selflove #youareokay #youaresafe

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2.1.2024

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spacenijntje · 4 years

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There's a bird up in a tree sitting up high Just awaiting for me to die If I don't get some water soon I'll be dead and gone in the afternoon

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marisadonnelly · 3 years

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I'm writing this for anyone who needs a reminder, for anyone like me who's so used to running at full speed that sometimes it's hard to slow down. I'm writing this for the one who questions where they are because they're always looking forward, or who struggles with the moment because it's natural to look ahead and try to aim for the next thing. ⁣ ⁣ I'm writing this for anyone struggling this holiday to shut off the noise and simply be present, be content, be still.⁣ ⁣ Give yourself permission to set down the load. Give yourself the space to breathe, to put aside the work, and to recognize that your value is not dependent upon what you do or get done. Recognize that this season of life has been challenging, it's been weird, and it's been a rollercoaster of emotions — so your desire to keep going, to push through, and to survive is normal. ⁣ ⁣ But you don't have to hold that pressure anymore.⁣ ⁣ Breathe.⁣ Be still.⁣ Just be.⁣ ⁣ #justbe⁣ #trusttheprocess⁣ #slowdown⁣ #youareokay https://www.instagram.com/p/CIE00IslC77/?igshid=q6wjppeiw57n

#justbe #trusttheprocess #slowdown #youareokay

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kmurodesign · 4 years

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Y O A

#themaine #the maine #youareok #you are ok #ok #yao #youareokay #you are okay

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ohshecooks · 4 years

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Self x

To the woman who is trying to put herself first in a society where you are taught to be selfless. I feel you. To the woman you doesn’t understand who she really is or doing. You soon will. To the woman who is trying her best effort to love herself, dreaming about passion that would set her soul on fire. I understand. To the woman who doesn’t yet know that her soul is made up of a galaxy full of stars, that she is literally in the hands of the universe... I love you.

Darling, you are the milk and honey and all things soft. But you are also strong and powerful and so so wonderful. Your heart is made up of gold that lies deep beneath the oceans. The pearls that are embedded inside every cloud, pouring warmth serenity onto lives of others. The wings upon a butterfly, strong enough to carry you through the times when life becomes messy. Delicate enough for you to feel so incredibly deep, to devour the purest of love. Your heart is made up of light. The light that is enough to inspire and elevate another soul, the kind that is like a candle lit bath after a hard day. The first breakthrough of sunshine after a storm dancing its way through from behind the clouds.

Your heart and soul is what makes you.

The way you carry and project yourself, the way you sing and dance in the streets as if no one is watching. Not a single care in the world, is just beautiful. You may not be where you are right now; you may not see how much you are needed in this thing we call life.

But that’s okay.

You’re learning, growing, hurting, healing, making mistakes. You’re present, you’re living. I’m proud of you.

#self #self love #todays conversation #ponders #today's thoughts #deep thoughts #thoughtsoftheday #youareokay #wonders #wordstoliveby #foodforthought #spoken word #thoughts

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everythingiwriteyouremainstrue · 4 years

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“Why are you crying, my girl?” Her thin fingers reached for my face. She wiped the tears from my swollen eyes and I hugged her, slipping my arms past the wires and the IVs.

I let out a sob, “Nonnie, I don’t want you to go.”

She lay in the crisp, white hospice bed and sighed. “I’m going to heaven my girl, and it’s going to be beautiful.” With all of her might, she smiled and gripped my hand. I sat besides the small hospice bed and wept at her side.

“Nonnie, you are all I have, please don’t go.” I sobbed into her chest.

Her grip on my hand weakened, once again wiping the tears rolling down my cheeks with her cold hands. “My girl, I have too.” She coughed. Struggling to sit up, she sighed once again. “And when I do, everytime you see a butterfly or a rainbow, think of me, and I’ll be there.”

I sat in the car after the funeral. My mother and my aunt all tried to break the unbearable solemn silence that plagued the small grey car my grandmother used to drive. “She was so beautiful, my girl.” He smiled, thinking of a time far away from now.

“She really was, Daddy.” My mother began to cry.

My aunt reached past my shoulder, and grabbed my mom’s shoulder as an act of comfort and my mother began to cry harder- At the time, I didn’t know if it was because before that moment my mother hadn’t talked to her sister in eight years or because she had lost someone so dear to her. Now, it’s very clear it was a tantrant mix of both.

Looking out the car window, I observed the deafening silence occasionally broken by gasps that push through heavy tears. On my mother’s lap was a pink and blue butterfly urn, a couple of memorial cards and a photo of my grandmother.

In my lap were shaky, cracked hands, most likely from the last week of crying and ripping my fingernails down to nubs. In my aunt’s lap were flowers, and just like me, shaky hands. My grandfather, as neat and collected as ever, had his hands on the steering wheel and a quiet look on his face. Not stoic like it’s been many times before, or joyful, but quiet. It was a new expression of his for me, and I don’t think before this, his world had ever been more silent- I guess that’s what happens when you lose the person you love.

My grandfather slowed the car as we neared the cemetery, it’s grass was a fluorescent green and a pristine white church was plopped in the middle. Looking at my grandfather now was, odd. He was alone. There had never been a day in my childhood that I’d seen him without my grandma somewhere by his side. We walked into the quiet empty church as my mother was consoled by my aunt and my grandfather spoke to the man working in the church. I began to walk around, taking a second too myself. There were vast windows that showed the rolling hills of the cemetery, and simple pews and pillars that lined the room.

When I turned the corner, there was an indoor mausoleum. Hundreds of names were engraved on the walls, pictures and flowers strewn about. Quietly, I observed the names on the wall, viewing the pictures, wondering what they did with their lives and what their story had been- thinking if anybody would ever wonder the same things about my beautiful grandmother. Some of the names on the wall were paired, husbands and wives who had passed on together. One place in the wall had two matching urns, and two names that have stuck with me forever. Oliver and Kendra. In between their urns was a small black and white wedding photo, taken some time during World War II. Kendra had lived a long life, almost one hundred years old- but Oliver, passed in 1944. She was never married again it seemed. The beautiful bride had light hair that fell behind her back. The groom was dressed in a naval officer’s uniform with dark curly hair. The bride sat on his lap and the most striking part of the picture was the candid joy and laughter spread across their faces. All those years together, (and then apart) so happy, only to never know if they’d ever see each other again. I think that’s what my grandfather may fear the most, as religious as he is, that he may never see his wife again.

Some names in the glass were children’s, which struck a chord on their own- one name had a pink teddy bear behind the glass and a small silver urn. I could only imagine the pain that family felt. What life could that little girl have lived if it wasn’t taken so quickly?

My mother began to call me and I lazily walked back to the room with the pews. A man wearing a hat who seemed to be almost too joyful to be working in a place filled dead people led us to an elevator. On the third floor, we got out. We entered a beautiful room lined with glass walls. In the top right corner sat two empty slots, one with no name and the other that read “Veronica M****: 1949-2018”. The slot next to hers was for my grandfather. An unearthly silence had washed over us as my mother begrudgingly handed the capped man the small urn. A delicate whimper fell from her mouth as she sat down on the bench with her head in her hands. My grandpa stood in the background and the capped man glanced over at his solid expression.

The man looked at my grandpa and said “Sir, would you like to do it?” He was holding out my grandmother’s urn. My grandpa shyly walked over and hugged the urn to his chest, sliding it into the open space under her name. He pressed his fingers to his lips and touched the urn, trying not to cry. Though I felt his last goodbye should’ve been alone, maybe he needed us there. My mother, my grandpa, my aunt and I all stood in a curved bow across from my Nonnie. The glass was like a box, a barrier- I felt like she was trapped, though I knew she really wasn’t stuck there, she was in heaven.

I think that the hardest part of that day was getting into the elevator and leaving her there by herself behind the glass. I was so scared that she’d be lonely, even though whenever she was around I never felt lonely. I miss her so much. We all waved goodbye and once more, silence engulfed us.

#loss #writing #excerpt from a book i'll never write #imissyou #I miss you #love #silence #nostalgia #memoirs #i want to disappear #god #are you the only one who loves me?#grandma #feelings #youareokay

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patches-in-my-thoughts · 4 years

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"To begin I'm not sorry For myself, or any part of me I won't beg on your pardon You see" ~ #themaine #themaineband #youareokay #mybesthabit #themainelyrics #blackandwhite #picoftheday #photooftheday #instaguy #instagood #me #selfie #selfietime #selflove #loveyourself #instalike #igers #ftmtransgender #ftm #transmasculine #trans #pretftm #transgender #ftmtransgender #notagirl #lgbtq #lgbt #followme https://www.instagram.com/p/B8B4RnXJwWN/?igshid=1gojxbb785pa1

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thewrite-words · 5 years

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We all bandage our wounds the same way. Whether it's because we accidentally tumbled down the stairs whilst playing 'catch' even though our parents told us specifically not to, because of a ladder we continuously stumble from whilst our male associates make it to the top, or because we slipped, too stubborn to change that pair of fraying, worn out Nikes, a favourite of our youth. The funny thing is, we'd slap a bandage over it and call it a day, adamant to cover it up and convince ourselves to try again. And all this, all of it, happens in secret. Hide the scar before our parents come home, put our hands over our mouths as tears fall onto our pillow, walk it off before anyone notices. We stitch our wounds in the dark so all they see is a bandage. We each have different sized stitches. Some small, others bigger. Some old, others fresh and raw. And later, we realised, the only reason you and I recognised each other's stitches was because we had used the same bandage all along.

girl with a bulletproof heart, Cody’s letter, draft

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iwannalay-besideyou · 5 years

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The Maine’s new album “YOU ARE OKAY” gave me too many feelings! One thing I love about this band is how true they are with their music, they make lyrics touch you in a way you feel understood and that is the power of music. The simple name of the album “you are okay” shows you, that no matter what are you going trough, everything is temporary and you will be okay. One song that stood for me from the rest is “Flowers on the grave” the moment I listen to it, I was immersed with the calm sound, and by the second chorus the change of rhythm had me trapped, the instrumental break its so exquisite, and by the time the song reach the bridge I was preparing myself to let the tears come out and the outre part finally got them out. Its one of those songs you want to sing out loud on your room while you are thinking about your life and letting all of your problems away. To being completely honest, since the album came out, its being on repeat. I’m seeing The Maine on June 22 and I can’t wait to seeing them and hear them play this wonderful and powerful songs!

#themaine #youareokay #flowersonthegrave

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jadeamber14 · 2 years

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Mental health matters! 😊😊😊 #jcdiaries💜 #repost #chapter4of12🌸 #libra♎️ #youareokay #fighting💪 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcXPJP6LuHTFrtlELzxNUZJS8_EQxvYiPdnWpA0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#jcdiaries💜#repost #chapter4of12🌸#libra♎️#youareokay #fighting💪

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postitivesunflower · 6 years

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Just like the moon and the stars,

shine through the darkness...

Even trying to is enough for now

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mjaimesserrano · 3 years

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Beginnings Are Difficult

Beginnings Are Difficult Thank you for your patience and for joining me on this new mental health journey towards a more positive future.

Photo by cottonbro from Pexels TRIGGER WARNING This post contains sensitive content that could trigger very strong emotional reactions in some readers and discretion is recommended before continuing. Some topics include abuse and mental trauma. × Dismiss alert Good day, all. I hope your week has gone marvelously and wish you all a weekend full of blessings, hope, and never ending…

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#AbuseIsntAlwaysPhysical #DoBetter #ItWasNotMyFault #MentalAbuseIsAbuse #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #StopMentalAbuse #TomorrowCanBeBetter #YOU ARE WORTHY #youarebeautiful #youareenough #youareloved #YouAreNotAlone #YouAreOkay #YouCanFindABetterTomorrow #youdecide #youinspireme #YourOpinionMatters

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markmarcarian · 6 years

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#shhhh #listen #relax hear the birds... . . . #calm #spring #beautiful #AllisWell #YouAreOkay #YouAreBeautiful #YouAreLoved #Breath #God #Jesus Follows appreciated tag a stressed out friend...

#beautiful #breath #god #relax #listen #jesus #shhhh #spring #alliswell #youarebeautiful #calm #youareloved #youareokay

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patches-in-my-thoughts · 5 years

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If you're not you You're everyone else ~ #themaine #themaineband #youareokay #mybesthabit #themainelyrics #makeup #makeupartist #beauty #eyeshadow #cutcrease #eyelineronpoint #instamakeup #instaboy #instaguy #instacool #ftm #transmasculine #trans #pretftm #transgender #ftmtransgender #notagirl #guyswhodomakeup #followme #letboysbefeminine #makeuphasnogender #fuckdysphoria #twmakeup (presso Lugano, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bug8HZSFtCg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rc1i0pf85a1y

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taybelden · 4 years

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#youaregoingtobeokay #youareokay #goingtobeokay #okay #skeleton #skeletonhand #spooky #creepy #horror #inspirational

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happybydesignco · 4 years

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Remember how far you’ve come, not how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.” ~Rick Warren ❤️ • • • #happybydesignco #happybydesign #happy #happiness #happyquotes #happylife #bekindtoeachother #bekindtoyourself #loveyourself #loveyourselfquotes #loveyourselfalways #youareokay #thingswillgetbetter #innervoice (at Be Safe - Be Kind - Be Well) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB6yxy0nvbQ/?igshid=8rdigb54yjlz

#happybydesignco #happybydesign #happy #happiness #happyquotes #happylife #bekindtoeachother #bekindtoyourself #loveyourself #loveyourselfquotes #loveyourselfalways #youareokay #thingswillgetbetter #innervoice

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