Beware&BeGrateful

My therapist: “you need to take care of your inner child”

reblog if ur lgbt and have a bad eyesight

Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing, means absolutely everything to me.

Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

Don’t you dare call me weak because I have had the girl I loved for three years look me in the eyes and say she didn’t want to fall asleep next to me ever again and my lungs did not collapse. Don’t you dare call me weak because when she changed her mind 32 days later, I continued to sleep alone and never had nitemares. Don’t you dare call me weak because there are drugs that I think about even in my sleep that I don’t let taste my lips anymore. Don’t you dare call me weak because there are five sets of palms that know how fragile my wrists feel beneath their weight and I don’t let that make me shiver when someone touches me. Don’t you dare call me weak because I have let my veins know how cold box cutter blades can feel and it took me 21 years to learn how to love myself with scars littering my flesh, but they’re healed. And so am I’m Don’t you dare call me weak because I have been left by people who I built my life around and my eyes are still capable of lighting up like wildfires. Don’t you dare call me weak because I have let people leave the ugliest marks on my heart and I still love with everything inside of me. I have let people drain me and I am still full. Don’t you dare call me weak.

We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.