Letters For Rainstorms

[lettersforrainstorms]

This too shall pass. There is always something small and beautiful that you would not have wanted to miss. A flower by the side of the road. A smile. That fucking donut.

[lettersforrainstorms]

I persist despite circumstances constantly trying very hard to make me give up

[lettersforrainstorms]

What if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb – but the darkness of the womb? - Valarie Kaur #RevolutionaryLove

[lettersforrainstorms]

My goal is to be so warm and full of light that no one has any idea the terrible shit I’ve been through.

[lettersforrainstorms]

To dwell is to make a home out of your anxiety and fear

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Life’s been tough but I’ve been tougher. - Zohra Sehgal

[lettersforrainstorms]

A smooth sea never made a good sailor

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I am a pre-existing condition (steal freely)

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Your gender is valid

[lettersforrainstorms]

The only way to ease our fear and be truly happy is to acknowledge our fear and look deeply at its source- Thich Nhat Hanh

[zegalba]

[positivelyadhd]

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[thoughtstherapy]

Images that you would probably not see again @thoughtstherapy

[lettersforrainstorms]

Throw a stone through the shop window and take back your one sacred heart.

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[snaffirmations]

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[lettersforrainstorms]

Your joy will come back

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Your self respect gotta be stronger than your feelings. - @lmm-43

[lettersforrainstorms]

“Bottom line, if people don’t say what they believe, those ideas and feelings get lost. If they are lost often enough, those ideas and feelings never return.” David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration