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Self care is getting so high you forget you hate yourself.

if i have to fight for your attention then fuck your attention

romance is letting someone see your reading list. your search history. the books on your nightstand arranged in the exact order of your anxiety. letting them understand that yes, you read three different translations of the same poem, and yes, it matters which one, and yes, you can explain why for forty-five minutes if they'll let you. intimacy is someone staying for the explanation.

Not to vent but: fuck

When you find whatever is meant for you...in career, in relationship, in life...you know it. You feel it. Don't stop until it feels right. Also, it doesn't have to feel right to anyone but you. Others may not understand but, you will.

Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.

I miss you now more than ever

Breathe like you’re allowed to be here. Because you are. You’re allowed to take up space. You’re allowed to make noise. You’re allowed to need things and people. Your allowed to need accommodations and help. You’re allowed to cry and to laugh as much as you need and want. You’re allowed to ask questions. You’re allowed to be passionate. You’re allowed to be messy. You’re allowed to be strange. You’re allowed to be a paradox of things. You are allowed to be here. You are meant to be here. Live like you are.