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@justhuman246
life is a constant cycle of losing your spark and finding it again.
I long, so deeply, to be cared for. Taken-care of. I wish to be cradled gently, to have grounding fingers brush through my hair. I wish to be told that everything will be okay, that I won’t go through it alone.
I crave warmth in this scorching summer night. A bowl of soup, maybe? Or a steady hand in mine. But I worry that would make me come undone.
I am strong, I can do everything on my own. But I don’t want to have to be strong. I want to be soft and fragile, breakable, safe.
Someday soon, everything will be okay. You won't have to be strong anymore.
You’ll just be a girl with a genuine smile—one that finally reaches your heart. A softness that heals all those quiet battles and unseen scars you've carried for so long.
Just a little more patience, a little more time. You will be safe, and it will all be okay.
When you are young, you believe you will connect deeply with so many people. Later in life, you realize those connections only happen a handful of times.
Finally, July is over.
“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.”
— Daniel Saint
Truths
having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.
Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha's Vineyard; “P.S.”