im so proud of him for setting boundaries

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im so proud of him for setting boundaries
heal. your mom may never apologize to you because she’s conditioned herself to believe she did right by you.
heal. your father may never apologize to you, because he can only see what he’s done right.
heal. your family members may never apologize to you, because toxicity is what they were raised on.
heal for you. heal for the ones to come after you. right now, focus on healing for you. because you owe it to yourself.
This week's homework:
Are you willing to break old patterns and family patterns in order to love and honor yourself?
Too many times we try and kick people out of our lives because they betrayed us or upset us, but the next person we find to love is pretty much the same. Why does this pattern repeat? Maybe it’s because we haven’t forgiven the person who first hurt us… or ourselves for letting them. Forgiveness is the first step of truly letting go of the past and creating a new future.
Steven the Teacher @clear2learn-blog
when you feel proud of who you are becoming :)
There is a difference between someone who hurt you because they made a mistake and someone who hurts you by continuing a certain behaviour pattern.
Mistakes can be forgiven. Patterns should be broken.
✮ Day One ✮
Hold my hand. And if we’ve reached an impasse, that’s okay. While resetting is not as effortless as it sounds, grab your pen and flip the page we are writing a brand new story. Our arthritic house creaks as it sways with the wind, holding onto dissipating apparitions reciting lines that don’t hold up against the times. Tragic as it may be, it’s time for the walls to come down and burn them. With…
We want people to know us. I want people to know me. Not just the bright parts; the joy, the laughter, the resilience. But the pieces I’ve tried to hide. The choices that pulled me off course. The person I shapeshifted into, trying to convince the wrong people to stay. I want someone to know how many times I’ve ignored my intuition, just to avoid setting boundaries that might hurt. How I made myself smaller, quieter, more agreeable… hoping it would make me easier to love. And I want to be able to whisper those truths to someone, not to be rescued, but to be seen. Not with words, necessarily. But by sitting with me. I want them to look at me and see what I’ve trudged through. To understand what shaped me. To hold the knowing gently. And choose to stay. Because these are the stories we rarely tell first. Not the joyful ones, we share those freely. It’s the others. The ones that carry shame. The ones that still ache. The ones where people ran. Quickly. Quietly. Without explanation. And some part of me still wonders if they were right to. Chapter Twenty-Seven is about telling those stories. The ones we’ve glossed over. The ones we’ve polished to keep from scaring people off. The ones we’ve never spoken aloud in their full, unfiltered truth. But here? Here, we tell it all. We lay it bare. And we let all the light in.