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This.....
Even when it’s all over, I still look at you
𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠
I was never made to resist you.
And no matter how far I've run,
a part of me waits
always waits
for the day you come undone enough
to find your way back to me.
Even with its thorns, the rose is still worth holding.
If you wait until you feel better to start living,
you might be waiting forever.
Go live your life.
Do it sad.
Do it anxious.
Do it uncertain.
Because healing doesn't always come before the experience.
Sometimes, the experience is what heals you.
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢
I, Tonya (2017)
“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”
— Sylvia Plath
11.28.25
Let me fall, if I must fall. The one I become will catch me
-Sheryl Sandberg
11.25.25
We were once thriving in the blossoming bliss of new love. Lately all we have been doing is drowning in the echos of spring.
-h
11.23.25
Just a girl and her incessant need to free the marble from the ramune bottle.
If you’re wondering, yes I used my teeth as well as wire cutters. Yes, I did accidentally hurt myself. I did what had to be done.
11.21.25
I think I was born to give flowers even if it leaves my garden empty.
To give more of myself than I'll ever get. To offer what blooms in my chest,
even when the soil feels barren, even when the petals fall too soon.
I give without thought of return,
because in the giving, the world feels fuller
even if I stand here, a little less than before.
-Lyra Wren