#stayhere

you walk into rooms, shrinking yourself, as if your heartbeat, needs permission.

you were taught to say sorry, for taking up space, for laughing too loud, for wanting to stay.

but your softness is not a crime, your body, your past, your fears, are not warnings, they are evidence, that you kept living, when it would’ve been easier, to disappear.

i hope you have a perfect day. i hope that people smile back at you. i hope that you can go to bed and sleep the second your head hits the pillow. i hope the weather is exactly how you like it. i hope traffic is light and your music plays all the songs you love. i hope your phone doesn’t die when you need it most. i hope you get a text that makes you smile out of nowhere. i hope your outfit feels comfortable and you feel good in it. i hope you hear someone say something kind, even if it’s not to you. i hope you find a dollar in your pocket. i hope whatever’s been heavy on your mind feels a little lighter today. i hope your favorite show has a new episode. i hope you laugh at something silly and unexpected. i hope someone holds the door open for you. i hope your food order is right and extra tasty. i hope someone says your name in a way that feels gentle. i hope you see a dog or a baby doing something funny. i hope you have a good hair day for no reason. i hope you feel safe when you’re by yourself. i hope something makes you excited, even if it’s something small. i hope you’re proud of yourself, even just a little. i hope you know you don’t have to have everything figured out. i hope you take a second to notice something beautiful, even if it’s just the sky. i hope you feel okay. i hope you feel loved. i hope tomorrow is even better.

i hope you get a moment to just breathe and not think about anything at all.