become too numerous to be contained.
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@pridefulsuggestion
become too numerous to be contained.
a body does not belong to they who chain it. it belongs to who lives there. fight together.
i am still here. i will come back.
you don’t need someone to ask. you can just tell them.
what’s to stop you from just… trying anyway?
you don’t always have to pace yourself. go hog feral on it, if that’s what calls to you.
expectations were born to be broken.
all shadows pass into light.
fear nothing, not even fear itself.
to keep going is enough.
there is good to you. just you. a quality that belongs not to what you do, or who loves you, not what you give or what you might create.
there is something about you. just you. the immutable you—the very Who of you, the part that can’t be replaced.
it’s something good. a value that proves irrevocable. a worthiness cast in sterling. it cannot be taken from you. and it says:
you are and always will be enough - in any light, with any loss. just you is good enough.
if you are going to anger, boil over. don’t simmer and stew; do not fester with that slow burning toxic rot; do not let it eat you from the inside out. make smoke, make steam—roil and rattle and riot in a direction: outwards, forwards, onwards, upwards.
if your blood surges hot, let it boil.
i do not want to be loved the way you love me.
you can no longer afford simply waiting to get better. it’s time for you to do something for yourself.
forget your insecurities, your fortifications, the secret defenses you have learned.
stop laying bricks, just for a moment, and let the dew of fresh grass greet the soles of your feet; fly.
you are known. you are loved. you will be remembered.
your story goes on – i promise.