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"Do not mock a pain you haven't endured."

Sometimes the deepest tragedy isn’t that two people didn’t love each other enough. It’s that their fear arrived louder than their love did.

Read full piece here →Why We Hurt the People We Love Most; How Insecurity Sabotages Relationships

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Don't be the reason someone skips a meal, hates waking up, or feels left out. Your words & actions stick with people forever.

I made the mistake of reading a Christmas book through the last week of May to cheer me up and now I'm having Christmas nostalgia six months in advance

#christmas #fluff #I might bake some Christmas cookies or cinnamon rolls to take my mind off it #what happened to me I've always been a Halloween gal

The endless tragedy of outliving yourself

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“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”

— Kid Cudi

Regresa, mamá

Llámame una vez más

Come pastel conmigo

Aunque sea un ratito. Aunque después regreses a las estrellas

It's been a while since I don't find you in every love song

No, it's worse

I hear your name in every note of every song I've ever heard

#music #does it ever end

I still feel your hand on my shoulder an your fingers intertwined with mine.

I still hear your laughter echoing softly behind my neck, the warmth of your mouth being so close.

I can still remember my head resting on your chest, the faintest trace of the smile you failed to hide while my fingers curled around yours, and the thunder in your eyes when I ran my fingers through your hair.

Do you?

#flashbacks #Halloween #I know I should forget about that #but i can't #do you still feel my fingertips if you close your eyes?

Of course you were the exception

Running away is the only thing I know, but with you I didn't even want to leave and then you did

#I guess it never really ends

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The Leap of Faith

I will never truly wrap my heart around the fact that some people choose to leave the moment they start to feel something real.

Aren’t we all, in this gray noise of existence, searching for that one frequency? The one person who hits differently, where the mind clicks and the soul finally exhales. You meet them, and suddenly, the gravity of life feels lighter. You want to weave your days into theirs; sharing every fleeting thought, every ancient fear, every quiet joy. You want to fall asleep to the echo of their voice and wake up to the ghost of their touch.

I understand the fear of getting hurt. It’s a reflex. But I cannot fathom the fear of managing something that makes you feel alive. Since when did "feeling good" become a logistical problem to solve?

Isn’t that the very point of being here, on this very planet? To find the person who vibrates at your same speed, even if it means navigating the storms of distance and the constraints of time for a while?

Are we really supposed to say goodbye every time a connection demands a little bit of courage? Are we supposed to settle for the "manageable" and the "safe," even if it leaves us hollow? Why are we so terrified of falling? Why do we choose the easy, sterile life over the messy, brilliant one?

I refuse to reach my deathbed and think: “I should have fought for that fire, but I chose the cold because it was easier to measure.” It's sad.

So, maybe we should just try. Forget the rules, forget the "busy" schedules, forget the walls. Take the leap. Fall.

Feel. Because anything else isn’t really living.