It’s time to stop falling and start standing. It’s time to get back up and keep walking. It’s time to heal.
By traditional standards, I would be considered beautiful.
Mamihlapinatapei: When two individuals wordlessly share a look that indicates interest, but both are hesitant to make a move.
It’s fighting to see yourself as worthy, even when you’re constantly told that you’re not good enough. It’s fighting to appreciate who you’ve become, while still making goals to reach towards.
That’s the thing about anxiety. You can’t wish it away or pray it away or drink it away. You can’t disconnect. You can’t just. Stop.
You are never defined by your brokenness. And even in your lowest, most painful moments, you are beautiful, powerful, and strong.
Soulmates are absolutely everywhere. In many many forms.
Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.
We simply were not meant to outrun that summer.
Love her for all she is and for all she isn’t because she is a beautiful, wild thing and she is magnificent just the way she is. There is no one else like her, no one who can make you feel the way she does, and that is rare and beautiful in itself.