darcy_stan1998

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

lesbian | gay/mlm

bi | trans

lgbtq | pan

ace | aro

aroace | nonbinary

pls rb if saving :)

I’m not invested in breathing Isaac Newton’s breath in particular, but I do believe that in this problem lies something important: to be made up of each other’s breath. For our being, and therefore, of course our writing, to be made up of each other.

For our reading is an act of reanimation of the author’s breath, for our reading is so many breaths, for the breaths make home of our specific bodies and of the world.