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like i’m talking snot running down your nose, screaming into your lover’s hot armpit and leaving tear stains on the pillow in the shape of your agony.
or crying from feeling loved, worthy, needed & wanted. soothe the stinging behind your eyes by surrendering to the gratitude washing over you.
bathe in your tears. lick them off your lips. allow someone to move closer and put their hand on your shoulder. fight through the shame & turn your face to them so they can dab the wetness on your face with a tissue.
(yes i just got my period and pms-ing the last two weeks)
or crying from feeling loved, worthy, needed & wanted. soothe the stinging behind your eyes by surrendering to the gratitude washing over you.
bathe in your tears. lick them off your lips. allow someone to move closer and put their hand on your shoulder. fight through the shame & turn your face to them so they can dab the wetness on your face with a tissue.
(yes i just got my period and pms-ing the last two weeks)
1d ago
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⭐Crying whenever wherever however the urge strikes. Giving people around you the chance to offer humanity
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🗝I generally don’t cry often, so my tears somehow feel like a precious resource. A resource I like to spend on beautiful words, or hard thoughts, or collections of music and images that make me feel something.
I cried at the end of a really good book last night. It felt like paying homage to the author, to the story of suffering that had been told. An acknowledgement of the hardship and triumph told over just a few hundred pages.
Or the other week, I cried because I realised how hard it is for me to ask for help, and I allowed myself to mourn that loss - the opportunities for connection, for honesty, that I don’t even allow people that are close to me to make. I wrote about three pages in my journal about those years, because I know I want to change that about myself. I can be sad about it, but I still want to move on.
The point is, I hope you let yourself cry sometimes, because I think there is something in everyone’s life that deserves a few tears every now and then.
I cried at the end of a really good book last night. It felt like paying homage to the author, to the story of suffering that had been told. An acknowledgement of the hardship and triumph told over just a few hundred pages.
Or the other week, I cried because I realised how hard it is for me to ask for help, and I allowed myself to mourn that loss - the opportunities for connection, for honesty, that I don’t even allow people that are close to me to make. I wrote about three pages in my journal about those years, because I know I want to change that about myself. I can be sad about it, but I still want to move on.
The point is, I hope you let yourself cry sometimes, because I think there is something in everyone’s life that deserves a few tears every now and then.
Mar 23, 2025
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🩷something so healing and spiritually restorative about being around a couple that’s obsessed with each other.
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📣it also helps my inner voice be friendly to me. i seldom say the hurtful things out loud.
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🫂my mind no longer operates in the paradigm that, in my youth, convinced me that some (most) people were too [insert socially favorable adjective here] to be friends with me. as a result i was timid and insecure. i knew a lot of people and i thought they would never be interested in knowing ~me~.
in the past 5 years i’ve made close and genuine friendships with people i had previously put on a pedestal simply because i thought they were better than me.
omg i read a poem this morning that goes something like: “devotion is not love, it creates distance. you can’t hold someone from a pedestal.”
in the past 5 years i’ve made close and genuine friendships with people i had previously put on a pedestal simply because i thought they were better than me.
omg i read a poem this morning that goes something like: “devotion is not love, it creates distance. you can’t hold someone from a pedestal.”
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