hourly comic i posted on twitter
I want to go home.
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hourly comic i posted on twitter
I want to go home.
And then I lost it. I lost all of it, even the parts I didn’t know existed.
I tumbled down into the dark coming to a hault and resting there on the bottom.
I found it chaos and peace.
Comfort and unbearable.
It was complete contradiction and all consuming madness.
Yet still I feel better for it. Feeling the sting in my every waking moment. It dulls over time, some how, some way.
It’s all too necessary, all too cliché. But here it is happening to me. The growing pains of a heart emerging from the decay of what was. Into what now is. Blinking, squinting into the light as I come up towards the top.
No longer do I sit and weep. No longer do I beg and plead. I offer gratitude for the end in sight. I offer appreciation for the lesson learned.
What broke me did not make me stronger, or softer, or kinder. No. It did not turn me into a pretty little thing with character. It turned me into more of myself than I thought I could be.
And then I lost it. I lost all of it, even the parts I didn’t know existed.
I tumbled down into the dark coming to a hault and resting there on the bottom.
I found it chaos and peace.
Comfort and unbearable.
It was complete contradiction and all consuming madness.
Yet still I feel better for it. Feeling the sting in my every waking moment. It dulls over time, some how, some way.
It’s all too necessary, all too cliché. But here it is happening to me. The growing pains of a heart emerging from the decay of what was. Into what now is. Blinking, squinting into the light as I come up towards the top.
No longer do I sit and weep. No longer do I beg and plead. I offer gratitude for the end in sight. I offer appreciation for the lesson learned.
What broke me did not make me stronger, or softer, or kinder. No. It did not turn me into a pretty little thing with character. It turned me into more of myself than I thought I could be.
so much fat positivity revolves around sexual prowess . what about 10 yr old kids getting bullied for their weight u gonna tell them "dont cry dude ur so thicc" like what lmao
hourly comic i posted on twitter
“It’s a slow process, but quitting won’t speed it up.”
I’m not sure who stated this but it’s true. Motivation 101: Never give up no matter how much you want to. And you’ll want to. But everything you’ve done up to that point won’t mean a thing if you quit now.
“Both. I want to stay. I want to leave. I am three oceans away from my soul.”
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Nayyirah Waheed
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