that sun hit different when you belong to it

get it done the weird way. do it in parts. do it “wrong”. do it “late”. do it scared. it’s just better to do it differently than everyone else rather than never do it.

I’m done intellectualizing my life. I’m ready to feel it. I’m done living in my head. I’m ready to simply embody and be. I’m allowed to be human. I’m allowed to be imperfect. My worth is not defined by anything external to me or the things I’ve gone through. My worth is inherent because I exist.

First, you realize you’re a once in a lifetime woman, then it clicks that it’s never your loss.

okay first of all unclench your jaw

“You see things differently when you stop reacting emotionally and start observing logically.”

repeat after me: i deserve love i do not have to beg for

to love is to teach your heart plasticity. we must not let the muscles required to love atrophy

hey, I was just at "things got better" island and everyone there is talking about how excited they are to meet you

I don't move through them. I am stagnant and they move through me, only in those moments do I exist, just to question myself. If the day is not heavy and hard to carry, I float away. Am I still human?