i love the idea of jewelry being passed down in a family. the stories that it tells, the bodies that have worn them. i find it so simple yet so pure

I think the fast paced society we live in currently has brainwashed me into thinking i can upgrade myself and my life just as fast as when i restart my computer or phone. I have forgotten the natural cycles of life… how the moon takes her time to be full or how the crops take their time to grow their fruits. 

loving someone is so interesting because there are moments I get to see who I am without all of my trauma. Like I remember feeling like I wasn’t the affectionate type until I met my first love, and suddenly I had words for daysss. simply overflowing with affection and words for her. I didn’t realize I was capable of that. And then, with a different love, I learned how much I loved to touch. How much I wanted to hold and to cuddle and to feel. how natural it felt. I didn’t know I would love to be touched so much. I feel like love after trauma is relearning yourself. love after trauma is seeing who you are when you’re offered a safe space. safe love is simply Being whoever you’re meant to be.