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Some days I wish someone, anyone, would fight my battles for me.
j.grey
to put hope on the inside of you, follow these short steps first, you must remove whatever is taking that space pain, grief, disappointment, hatred, anger put it in a separate container for future consideration next, decide what brand of hope you want to go for today quiet and kind, bold and resilient, or even barely-there for the times where finding hope is scarce finally, spread a thin layer on the entirety of your soul giving extra attention to any holes, burns, scars and wounds
i still find more comfort in my silence rather than words, but i promise you this. i’ll always stand for what is right. even if that means being uncomfortable, i will speak up to protect both of our lives. even if it’s just reading aloud what i write.
speak // kira malibu
Be of comfort to anyone. This is your calling. This is your sense of belongingness. To bridge the value and significance of your life. The more you give yourself beyond any expectation gives you triumph. Always be the example of a good heart. Be a gentleman. Be the most handsome. Build your legacy by traversing even to the unknown part of yourself. You will always be charmed and tender. You will be loved by the most gracious. So, don't try hard. Be gentle like a leaf.
Chuck Akot
“Always been more ghost story than fairytale. Always been more horror than happy ending.”
I'm sorry, so unbelievably sorry for your loss.
j. grey
celebrate your small goals. celebrate the minor triumphs that you conquer. celebrate yourself. all of you. the beautiful and the ugly. the damned and the judged. you are worthy of celebration.
kira malibu
Something about the way my name falls off your lips send tremors down my spine. Something about the way you hold me, sends me into a moment of bliss. And I can’t say for one second these feelings are false, fabricated, or just fortunate, so please, for the first time, tell me you love me.
j. grey
