STILL I RISE

My love language is trying to get to know your past and upbringing to understand why you are the way you are and then later give you everything you need but never received from anyone else.

you are not a machine. you are more like a garden. you need different things on different days. a little sun today, a little less water tomorrow. you have fallow and fruitful seasons. it is not a design flaw. it is wiser than perpetual sameness. what does your garden need today?

i applaud people who have been through hell but are still kind & loving towards other humans. i hope the universe will soon reward you with happiness.

get up and try again

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

i havent made any really bad decisions lately im getting bored

Let’s meet again when the time is right

Making each other better >>

Can we normalise ‘I’m willing to work on that’ instead of ‘that’s just how I am’