sometimes I think I don’t like myself but if i’m being honest that’s not true. I don’t like some things that happened to me and I don’t like that I have to deal with the aftermath of them but I am always trying my hardest and I’m still here and I’m great for that. I think I don’t give myself enough credit for that

sometimes I do something I know 18 year old me would be terrified of and it's so strange but it warms my heart. life may not be the paradise I once thought it would be but I still grow and get better, even if little by little

There exists a kind of sadness that almost feels holy—the kind that does not come from loss, but from love so vast that it has nowhere to go. So it finds its shelter in the sacredness of human nature, where memory turns to something devotional and longing turns to prayer.

good morning! you cannot change what has already happened! you cannot change people who are unwilling! however, you can choose acceptance and letting go and that is no small miracle!

asking myself “is this really who i want to be forever?” a lot lately

You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.