If no one is coming to save you that also means no one is coming to stop you either.

anyway. there is beauty + power in telling someone I deserve more than you can offer and leaving

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that

Silly me, I almost forgot—this is the whole point. Book that trip. Order the extra appetizers. Laugh a little louder. Dance a little freer. Never stop learning. Don't be afraid to make mistakes. Stop waiting for perfection or permission, neither make a difference. Look with wonder. Lead with love. Lean in with excitement for what's next.

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

something something when you can hear the whisper of love in the pauses between words something something