Mamma ieri mi ha chiesto: “sei felice?” e io ho risposto che si, lo sono. Lei ha detto “finalmente il sole dopo tanto buio”; avrei risposto: mamma, il sole sono io.
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Mamma ieri mi ha chiesto: “sei felice?” e io ho risposto che si, lo sono. Lei ha detto “finalmente il sole dopo tanto buio”; avrei risposto: mamma, il sole sono io.
Eco orwelliana, società moderna: Tutti i corpi sono validi. Ma alcuni sono più validi di altri.
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to lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given the side eye when you tried to fit in... you are so worthy of love and I’m sorry people have convinced you otherwise. I promise that your people are out there - people who will see the side of you others ignore, people who share weird inside jokes with you, give you affectionate nicknames and go to museums or roadtrips with you and fulfil whatever idea of friendship you’ve always fantasized about. even if you feel like an empty shell of your former self because you’ve hidden yourself away due to shame, this exterior will melt when you accept yourself or let people in and you’ll realize there was nothing wrong with you all along. you have interesting things to say, you deserve new chances and beginnings, your heart is probably made of gold because you know what it’s like to be left out in the cold, and you have so much to give. you are so worthy and someone’s idea of a friend too, and I hope you receive lots of hugs in the future from yourself and others because you’re so lovable.
your face has been carefully constructed, perfectly arranged. the curve of your hips and slope of your lips, the pull of your eyelids, the slightest dip in your back, they’ve been drawn through generations like a single red string to end up with you. in a way you carry the faces of your ancestors, and that alone—the fact that you are you, the fact that you’re what millions of years have brought forward—makes you worthy of life. you don’t have to be or do anything more, you don’t have to earn your breaths or heartbeats. you’re already meant to be.
"who hurt you" bro who didn't
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Pensavo sarei stata per sempre immune dal giudicarmi esteriormente inadeguata. Mi accorgo invece, guardandomi allo specchio, di vedermi inesatta come mai mi ero sentita prima, senza trovare nulla di me che si salvi.
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“Abbiamo usato tutta la felicità? Non hai mai paura di questo... che non ce ne sia più? È come avere un tot di felicità che deve durare tutta la vita e tu la consumi. Pensi che sia così?”
30/06/20
Pensavo agli sforzi che faccio per essere bella, sempre inevitabilmente insufficienti, a parer mio. La bellezza non si ottiene, è spontanea, innata e incommensurabilmente ingiusta. Io mi sento addosso stonata e disarmonica. Nel tentativo di intonarmi manca una corda, sbaglio una nota.
03/04/20
L’ansia è un mostro. Mi sento ridotta ai minimi termini.
you’re all the colours in one... at full brightness
stavo pensando che il mio cuore ti apparterrà per sempre un po’; forse t’amo ancora anche se non so più chi sei
si fa quel che si può
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mi hai fatta sentire minuscola