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@faceinmypalm
Not me painting a portrait of tomorrow with the colors of today
It’s something systematic that you can’t really explain . You gave. Me memories that would have never crossed my mind otherwise. Which I really appreciate . Time will take care of the. Hurting , tears are good . Tears are just what we need right now:/
intimacy lies in adapting to each other’s vocabularies, tones and typings
grief lies in unlearning it all
I dying to meet you but everybody says im wrong..
Why did 4 months of this year go by in like a week
Where am I
i meditate
nothing to lose because nothing is mine
he swore to the coked out guy at the pub that hes not gonna fuck me up
me at any point in time: I have got to listen to more music I have got to watch more movies I have got to read more books I have got t
I didn’t realize how emotionally dependent I was on others and how much I had relied on the outcome of outside things I invested myself into, how much disrespect I was willing to integrate as proof of my imperfection. Learning how to walk away, I still linger a lot. I feel like a lizard, choking from its dead skin not coming off. I’m struggling to let go of that feeling of disrespect now, as if it were my proof that I deserve respect and that I’m worthy of more. I hold onto it, as if it were self respect. I’m struggling to go all the way, to let go and accept my life and the way things went, exactly as they did, and things / people exactly as they are… My life as my own, and a life to invest in, not fear. What is all this fear ? I’m grateful for my discoveries the past months. And the time spent alone, finding my way back to myself over and over, exploring my inner world with love and curiosity. I’m hoping this long chapter of my life will close soon, and well. I’m making space for more, and better. I do see the progress, I’m making my way. I know what I want for myself, I know who I want to be in the world.
I yearn for safety, closeness and expansion, for generosity and play and mutual curiosity. I yearn for release, I yearn for action, I yearn for strength, flexibility, mobility. For friendship and emotional capacity, for trust, shared values, shared adventure. It’s so close ! It feels like I’m not home yet. I’m making my way…