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it's not complicated
We don't experience the same rain. Some have umbrellas 🌂 some have roofs, and some only have themselves. That's why we should be kinder, slow to judge 👩⚖️ and quicker to understand. You'll never know how heavy someone's rain 🌧 is until you've stood where they are.
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Sensitivity is my specialty.
Not a weakness, a frequency.
I tap in where others numb and flee, I read the room, the weather, the lie behind the mouth. They say I'm too sensitive for this world, but I feel what they bury, dodge, and curl. Every side-eye, every slick remark, slides off my skin and strikes a spark. The shade they throw doesn't stick or stay, it feeds the edge, the solar rays, I blaze. What was meant to make me small tuned my sight, refined my call. I don't flinch, I learn, I feel. I don't dull this gift. I wield it. I yield it. What you call “too sensitive” is the mark that lets me see through you.
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SEPTEMBER 2014 almost 12 years come this September 2026
i don't even know how to love myself
Sometimes it’s the little things, like writing a sentence so good you stop and think, did I just write that? Me?!
Or perhaps it’s the feeling of tangling your fingers in your horse’s mane, feeling their warmth envelope you in a tight hug as the beat of their heart thuds along with yours. (That’s one of my favourite things on earth- along with sandwiches and coffee 😉).
What’re your little things?