Guanaquita Shawty @sirenitabonitaa - Tumblr Blog

Chairs. A random chair moodboard because I want all of these in my house.

I just wanna cry and shout and scream. I just want someone to hug me and times to go back to those were I felt even the slightest joy. It’s so passive these days. Fleeting. It comes in glimpses and I just wish I could grab it and keep it in my pocket forever. Latch to it.

When did you realize you were changing? There’s times where I catch myself thinking and comparing myself across different stages of my life. Between these comparisons I don’t see walls but more of a progressive overload where small details evolutionize an even greater change. With trauma however there’s a pivotal point where you can immediately pinpoint the time or moment your life changed. This is it. There is so much change happening right now. It’s evident. The first stage of grief is denial and I believe for these past couple days I’ve been in denial about the fact that something extraordinary is happening and I keep believing that things will just go back and this whole thing will be over. That’s not the case, it’s close to be a week now and I’m realizing that the more time goes on the less likelihood there is of our lives returning to their old ways. I can see the changes. In their faces, in their homes, in their attitudes, in their smiles. There’s times where I make them laugh and their old smile is back shortly … momentarily. So short I wish I could catch it and carry it with me. I don’t know if I’ll ever see it again. The light in their eyes always carried with them. I’ve seen this happen before and the light almost never comes back as bright.

expensiveity

i can’t stress how important it is to know who you are as a person because people will literally try to project their insecurities + preconceived notions onto you.

joli--coeur

Once you realize that you don’t have to be beautiful/pretty like anybody else, you become unstoppable.

Own your beauty and be pretty like you.

sangefiruze

"we were born alone & we die alone" you delivered yourself during birth? built all the roofs that have ever given you shelter? sown the wheat in your bread?? weaved the clothes on your back??? wrote all the books youve ever read and the music youve ever listened to????? who made the literal bed youre going to die in - you, all alone?