Oh, Hello (;

“The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour and each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘you are still alive.’ You are still alive. Act like it.”

“People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.”

“Can you love her even when she’s depressed? Even when she gets addicted to her sleeping pills and starts to not act like herself? Can you still love her when she’s crying on the floor, scratch, clawing for anything to keep her grounded? Are you strong enough to realize her mood is not a reflection of how she appreciates your love? Can you love her through it all?”

“I am trying to find myself in all of the chaos, find something that I can call me inside the screams and inside the ‘you shoulds’ and 'you have to bes.’”

To all the girls whose thighs touch, with stretchmarks laid like gold across their backside, with bellies too full for any inadequate hands, thank goddess for your abundance.