You cannot hustle 24 hours straight for seven days a week. You need rest.
You may have imperfections, but we all do—that’s what makes us human! You may have made mistakes, but those mistakes don’t define you—they don’t make your entire existence a mistake.
No one else determines my worth but me.
You have the ability to be your own shelter.
“You have to fight for what you love.”
“You have to fight for the person you love.”
At this moment, as you sit firmly grounded to the Earth, you are also grounded within yourself.
What comes after the butterflies fluttering away and the rose-tinted glasses cracking is more often than not written off as unromantic, because that is when reality settles in.
I am sick of my own rage. I rage and rage—not because I am the same color as dirt, but because I am treated as if that is exactly what I am.
I will throw your covers back and crack the shutters, let the light in. I won’t let you sink into darkness alone.
All I know is that I do not want to spend another second of “this life”, living a life that isn’t my own.