her love for words

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[kimabutch]

Today, my therapist was talking about how the smallest bits of self-care — even making yourself a mug of warm tea — are a way of recognizing your own worth, and how meaningful they are when you really dislike yourself. “After all,” she said, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t often make tea for people I hate.”

And that really hit me, especially because I’m an acts-of-service kind of person and tea is one of my go-to ways to show people that I’m thinking about them, care about them, and hope their day could be a little better. So maybe when I make tea for myself, I’m saying that to myself, too, that I’m thinking of my own needs, caring for myself, and trying to make my day a little better. 

And that’s really important to me because a lot of days I struggle to do basic things to keep myself going and just feel like I’m self-destructive, only ever making things worse… but most days I still manage to make myself a mug of tea or two. And it’s good to know that that matters. 

[herloveforwords]

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[terracemuse]

there is no such thing as separation.

[terracemuse]

is too full to talk about.

[mirandaidk]

[herloveforwords]

How can someone feel this flawed and worthless? How can someone go on living a life this dull and meaningless? Is there anyone else as lost? Is there anyone else as defeated? There is nothing that seems bright and colorful. All that is visible is nothing but darkness. This mind is an utterly empty space. This mind is a catastrophe of infinite thoughts. Do you know how much weight this heart carries? Do you know how much of the feelings and emotions one can encompass within? Is there any escape route? Or this place is all about dead ends??

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[evanmcohen]

Life comics.

[herloveforwords]

I do, I really do feel like spilling it all out sometimes. I want to share with someone the truths I've been hiding from since so long. Everything's that been accumulated inside of me. All of my thoughts and insecurities. The darkest corners of my mind. But I'm afraid, what if they despise me? What if they don't understand a single word I say? I don't want my words to go to waste and my feelings turn to dust. All over again. Nevermore. I'd rather let silence kill my mind.

p.s.

[herloveforwords]

“Without you, I’m just a dark lonely sky. Come back my lovely Moon.”

— Prerna Salve (Satellite)

[herloveforwords]

I buried her alive with my own hands that September night. She smiled a little too much, laughed harder and loved in abundance. She was no good to me, you see? She knew nothing of the world. I had to destroy her. And so I did. And I forgot about her. And moved on with my life, being all tough. Pacing up with the wheels of time, catching up with the cruel minds. I don't​ know how, how did you find her? How did you bring her back to life? How did you make her smile like that again? How did you find me when I abandoned myself long ago? How did you do that, tell me?

~Prerna Salve (To the one who found me.)

[herloveforwords]

It kills me every time I realize that death does not arrive after life, it is a part of life.

Prerna Salve

[herloveforwords]

I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

[herloveforwords]

They talk about hearts? I've seen eyes turn to stone.

Prerna Salve