#finding myself again

[somethingfromfrosty]

just doing bullshit rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[chaos-collectibles-comebacks]

There are parts of me I don’t hand out anymore. Not because I’ve turned cold, and not because I’ve forgotten how to love, but because life has taught me — again and again — that some people only come close to see what they can take. I talk a lot. That’s the easy part. Words spill out of me like water, filling the silence, covering the cracks, keeping the world from noticing how much I’m holding back. People hear the noise, but they never hear the truth. They don’t hear the things I swallow, the things I bury, the things I’ve carried for twenty-plus years because loyalty is the one thing I’ve never known how to fake. I’ve kept secrets that weren’t mine. I’ve protected people who never protected me. I’ve held stories that could’ve burned bridges, but I kept them locked inside because I wanted to be someone others could trust. And what did I get for it? Judgment. Dismissal. Silence. People treating me like I’m invisible until they need something from me again. I don’t want to be the victim in my own story. I don’t want pity. I don’t want to be seen as fragile or broken. I just want to stop feeling like my worth is something people use until they’re done with it. I get angry sometimes — how could I not? If anyone else lived a day in my shoes, they’d understand the fire that rises in me. The exhaustion. The frustration. The ache of being the one who holds everyone else’s world together while mine keeps slipping through my fingers. But even in my anger, I’m still the one who forgives. Still the one who tries. Still the one who shows up for people who don’t show up for me. And that’s the part that cuts the deepest — not the lies, not the betrayals, not the silence — but the way I keep offering my heart to hands that don’t know how to hold it. I don’t want to feel worthless. I don’t want to feel like a placeholder in other people’s lives. I don’t want to feel like my loyalty is a resource people drain and walk away from when the well runs dry. I want to feel seen. I want to feel valued. I want to feel like the love I give isn’t something people take advantage of but something they honor. I want to stop feeling like I’m the last one on everyone’s list when I’ve spent my whole life putting them first. And maybe — just maybe — I’m finally learning that the loyalty I’ve given away so freely is something I need to start giving to myself. Because I’m tired of being the strong one who never gets held. I’m tired of being the loyal one who never gets loyalty back. I’m tired of being the open heart in a world full of closed hands. I don’t want to feel used anymore. I don’t want to feel like I’m begging for the bare minimum. I don’t want to feel like my worth is something I have to prove. I want peace. I want honesty. I want reciprocity. I want a life where my softness isn’t a weakness but a gift. And maybe the first step is finally admitting that I deserve more than the scraps I’ve been given.

[freeasawildfire]

Sometimes an angel 😇

Sometimes a hell raiser😈

Never know what you're gonna get

[thebeautyinthebr0ken]

A Letter to the Girl Who Wants To Disappear

Hey Beautiful, 

I know right now everything seems so much, too much in fact. I see you struggling with that constant battle in your head that thought of ‘being too much’ or ‘not enough’... Let me tell you now baby girl that voice in your head is full of bullshit. How many times did it tell you, you wouldn’t pull through something and yet you did? How many times did it tell you that you were too much or not enough and yet... You were still perfectly right. 

I know how your backaches, your muscles so clenched tight you don’t ever think they will relax. Your eyes tired, heavy and stinging from the crying you’ve done. Yet it all feels so flat, so unbearable. I keep seeing you remembering how the world used to feel even a week or so ago when it was multicoloured, warm, bright and beautiful and today it’s black, white, hallow and numb. It feels like you’re standing in the middle of your own life while everyone else keeps walking past you- like the world didn’t stop when you did. I see how you’re struggling with the noise of the world and the disappointment it keeps bringing you. 

You’re tired of waiting. 

Tired of Hoping. 

Tired of being the one who always has to be strong first. 

I see the anger bubbling inside you like a little witch’s cauldron in the pit of your stomach- Every disappointment another ingredient, every silence another stir of the spoon, every let-down another spark under the fire. I know you should be angry, let yourself be angry because you need to be... You hold so much for everyone else, but when you need it, who has you? Who helps you pick up the pieces? Let me guess... No one, that’s not because they don’t care it’s because you don’t let them. You don’t let no one ever see how bad you’re truly breaking because you don’t want to be that burden that is too much, but you don’t have to carry this all on your own. Because even when you feel like nobody has you-  

I do. 

I always have. 

I know you still want that big bright beautiful future... That one where you can just exist and be your beautiful little self, but I know how exhausted you are carrying that hope and struggle of getting there. Just take a little break from yourself.  

Put the weight down. 

Unclench your jaw. 

Let your shoulders fall. 

Feed your soul, make yourself smile if only for a second because you need it and you look so much better with a smile on your face. Remember... I’m always here. 

With Love, 

The part of you that is still here. 

[theflawedwriter]

I promised myself that this would be the year that I started prioritizing doing things that I used to love to do. The things that made me genuinely happy and the things that I slowly have lost.

Read a book. Go for a walk. Sit and just chat with my family and friends.

Those are just some examples but then social media became something that I became addicted to and myself wasting so much of my own time on it. Today, I made one move to stop that. I deleted TikTok completely. My account, the app, gone. This isn’t meant to towards anyone at all, just myself. I saw that TikTok was one of the things that got in my way and decided to take action.

Here’s to continuing to find myself again in 2025!

(Disclaimer: I post this as my own journey and to help keep myself on track and accountable. We are all on our own personal journey 💜)

[destinyhunterwolf]

Sometimes you just have to put on those knee-high socks, an oversized t-shirt and sit on your bed with the music blasting. I know I am not an angsty teen anymore, but nothing makes me feel more like myself.

[lovablegf]

🍄🌿🌙.

[pomegranatenymph]

i feel like i’ve lost myself. that everything that made me who i was, has left. i feel like i’m this shy, insecure empty being who feels so disconnected with life. this emptiness has made me buy physical things to try and fill this hole, but i guess i didn’t realise the hole isn’t physical, it’s mental and spiritual. i don’t know who i am anymore and it’s heart breaking. i used to be filled with life and curiosity and now it’s been replaced with silence, and just despair. times like this i try to appreciate the little things, like the times i wake up feeling well slept or the new leaves that start to grow my garden. i know within time i will be okay. just like the moon we as humans go through phases, changes even.