Bianca Sparacino

Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person. For seeing gardens within me when I saw cemeteries.

They left you because they couldn’t convince themselves that they wouldn’t turn into their parents, that they wouldn’t wake up one day and want to flee.

All we ever allowed ourselves to be were parallel lines, seeing each other, hurting each other, never crossing over to the other side, choosing distance over depth, resistance over understanding, we’ve become so obsessed with emergency landings and running away…

I look forward to the simple moments this year will gift us. The moments where I get to admire you when you are unguarded, or unaware.

I love the places you hold your doubt. The places that are dark because you have forgotten to grow their light.

Remember that your left lung is smaller than your right lung, simply to make room for the heart you hold within your chest.

Do not wear your body like an apology. Wear it proudly. Be in awe of your form for what it is, for where it gets you, for what it allows you to feel and do.

You won’t miss them loudly. You will miss them in the details; you will miss them in the quiet.

You are never going to be able to stop yourself from screaming your love from rooftops, you will never be able to play it cool.

Your heart is strong. It is resilient.

There are always going to be people who will try to give you guidelines in regards to the ‘correct’ way to go about living.

I asked for submission about the sacrifices our parents make on my Tumblr and was inundated with responses, this is where the commentary is sourced from here.

Some days you are going to wake up and things will feel calm. Your vision will be clear, the world will be yours.

It left to grow.

I will desire you with every dawn and I will desire you with every dusk.

From someone who has done and experienced them all! 1. Climb Mt. Batur at 2am and reach the summit just at the crack of dawn.

Our whole being craves the mountains, the sea, the sunshine between the trees in the forests of the Earth, even if we don’t know what to expect from the landscapes and the cultures themselves.

Promise me that you will never again run back to what cracked you, what fractured your heart, your mind, your soul.