there is something so poetic about tearing yourself apart over and over and your skin becoming stronger each time, like a small shield made out of your cells with which your body says: i am here and i don't want you to hurt. the one on my left heel reminds me of all the hikes i've done and the one on my right hand, where knives rub against my soft skin, reminds me of all the fulfilling meals i've made. now, walking or dicing doesn't hurt anymore. i'm being kept safe.
today was beautiful and i wasn’t gonna wait around for anybody else so i could seize it!! went for a walk in the park and then to cafe i like to do some work, what did you guys do?
this is how you find love. i used to go out dancing by myself because i felt like i could dance more freely around strangers than my friends - i didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of them. but i’m trying to let that go of that now and allow myself to falter around my friends and let them love me anyway.
