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i miss when summers were normal and not literal hell
sick to my fucking stomach for all the times i begged to be loved and seen by anyone lmao
Well I think it was brave
āPeople start to heal the moment they feel heard.ā
ā Cheryl Richardson
Thatās why I will always listen
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( āæ )
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No exaggeration but theeeee most critical lesson I learned in my 20s was letting go when it was time. Itās so cliche but itās so true. I used to hold on so venomously to people, put on a tap dance for their approval, force relationships to last past their expiration date, carry the heavy lifting for reaching out because I didnāt want to feel āpassive.ā But when someone doesnāt want your effort itās not about passivity. Itās literally about self respect, not wasting your time, and gravitating only to people who have your best interest in mind and celebrate you. Iāve met so many older people who donāt know how to let go and it truly scares me that this could easily be me. Itās better to develop this skill early than it is to spend an entire lifetime begging for love and belonging.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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