You are the symptom of their cruelty, not your own weakness.
You’re not behind. You’re surviving a collapse in progress.
They call you fragile because they can’t admit what you’ve survived.
You are the symptom of their cruelty, not your own weakness.
You’re not behind. You’re surviving a collapse in progress.
They call you fragile because they can’t admit what you’ve survived.
What I *really* want is someone to be passionate about me. Someone so in love with every part of me that I forget how to hate myself. Someone who adores me. That's how I'd feel safe with somebody
And not some sanitized version of living that erases your pain.
I mean the kind of life where your rage, your grief, your queerness, your story, all of it, is welcome.
Live, you deserve it.
And not some sanitized version of living that erases your pain.
I mean the kind of life where your rage, your grief, your queerness, your story, all of it, is welcome.
Live, you deserve it.
That you’re broken, disgusting, too loud, too quiet, too weird, too needy, too messy?
That voice was planted in you by people who could not hold your light.
Their inability to love you does not mean you are unlovable.
That you’re broken, disgusting, too loud, too quiet, too weird, too needy, too messy?
That voice was planted in you by people who could not hold your light.
Their inability to love you does not mean you are unlovable.
You matter in stillness.
You matter in silence.
You matter when you're doing nothing at all but breathing and existing and hurting and trying.
Keep trying, it gets better.
You matter in stillness.
You matter in silence.
You matter when you're doing nothing at all but breathing and existing and hurting and trying.
Keep trying, it gets better.
You were born to break the mold.
You were born to break the mold.
“If she can make it, maybe I can too”.
“If she can make it, maybe I can too”.
You are not a data point or a diagnosis.
You are not the violence that tried to break you, nor the silence that followed.
Your existence is a truth that cannot be argued. It’s a fire the world cannot unburn.
You are not a data point or a diagnosis.
You are not the violence that tried to break you, nor the silence that followed.
Your existence is a truth that cannot be argued. It’s a fire the world cannot unburn.
You don’t have to silence your needs to be wanted.
The right person won’t flinch when you’re complicated.
They’ll pull you closer and say, ‘You’re safe. Stay right here.’ 🖤
You don’t have to silence your needs to be wanted.
The right person won’t flinch when you’re complicated.
They’ll pull you closer and say, ‘You’re safe. Stay right here.’ 🖤