love can heal a broken heart, anger will only tear it wider. very hard mode on life. i felt cheated by my relationship so long but the only way to finally feel just and given back, was to be truthful, which was that i am made of love. I am able to bring love in more places than i can always recieve. And that that in itself is beautiful and worth celebrating.
here are the corners of my duvet, which have hearts so i know which corners match
i pray that you understand that I am not weak when I cry but finally taking back what was always mine my smile how the songs, scents, and sunsets remind me of you because you all have one thing in common, only things to enjoy not keep I’m sorry if was blind to that before, so let me show you that I can see that now by letting you be free..
i have learned that, felt in its deepest moments—love exists loudest when we give it permission to evade us. within that evasion, an admiration, an appreciation—a feeling of true, honest, vulnerable, raw love—emerges. maybe this is why we love people the most when we are separated. maybe that’s why we love those most in a moment of grief. maybe that’s why we love our children and inner child the most when they grow up. but when we prevent it—when we prevent ourselves from loss we not only prevent ourselves from finding love but from love finding us. just some thoughts
if you cant get yourself to put your phone away quite yet, just get yourself to look at the room behind your phone, or the real world, as a constant practice. its like when the screen used to go black between eisodes of netflix loading. a reality check. it feels good, i promise. foreground the bavkground, even for a moment. be kind to yourself