#maroon ink

"I've learned that you need to learn how to dance alone for a while before you're able to find a good partner again. One who won't make you spin around in circles to get you to stay. One who will gladly let you fumble, maybe even step on their toes a little bit. One who won't try to hold you back when you run away, if that's what you feel is best for you."

I wish religion Was still bringing us comfort Instead of terror.

Your ideas are fish You are trying to catch With your bare hands Only with a quiet mind Is the surface glassy enough For you to plunge your arms below Hold on to The squirming gift Wide-eyed & fat Stunned at its own reflection As it inhales out of the water.

I got so low I had to look up to see rock bottom.

I like my body best when I am not worried about how much space it is taking up.

I don't think that loving yourself is a choice. I think that it's a decision that has to be made for survival; it was in my case. Loving myself was the result of answering two things: Do you want to live? 'Cause this is who you're going to be for the rest of your life. Or are you gonna just have a life of emptiness, self-hatred and self-loathing? And I chose to live, so I had to accept myself.

It is messy unlearning who you are It isn't clean or straightforward There are ups and downs There are twists and turns There are days you feel unheard But there is beauty in beginning again Starting over in a new day Creating a better you, for a better way.

No amount of security Is worth the suffering Of a mediocre life chained To a routine that has Killed your dreams.