I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:
If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow
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I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:
If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow
mircales flow where intention goes @beamingdesign
If it makes me a villain
I don't care
All I want is to
Romanticize myself
Maybe the horrifying ordeal of being known is worth it.
Maybe it's worth it to get up every day and be known, be perceived, be discussed when you're not around. Maybe what it means to be human and in love is, in part, to be known inside and out. To know someone's opinions on flamingos and flamenco and the true soul of the color green and posh gay sharks on pogo sticks and the infinite distance between all molecules. To know when your loved one is having a bad day and knowing how to make it better, what rituals of kindness and softness you begin to invoke out of the love you have for them. To know the feeling of longing for them and knowing their thoughts and their emotions and what they like and what they dislike and still wanting to know more about them. Maybe it's worth having to exist as yourself in the mind of someone you idealize to be able to break down the pedestal you put them on, and romanticize them instead. And maybe they can do the same for you. Maybe, just maybe, it's worth it.
Let yourself dream of roses. You deserve the sweetness that blooms can bring. Dance alone in the twilight hours to the music of your heart. Name your atoms stardust and know yourself to be an ember of the great fire of becoming.
if you’ve forgotten how to love yourself
it can be hard to learn how to love yourself. sometimes you have to first learn how to like yourself, and that’s okay.
learn your emotions, understand them, understand why you feel this way and why it’s okay to feel this way. are you upset? are you confused, happy, crying? dig a little deeper, learn the root of your emotions. they are much too valuable to push away.
take care of yourself in the same way you take care of your most valued possessions. learn how to touch your skin gently, softly, learn what makes you tick, what makes you happier than anything. start to understand yourself. learn how to be friends with yourself.
it can sometimes be a long road to self love, and sometimes it feels like you’re moving backwards or too quickly or not at all. that’s okay, too. value your time with yourself. maybe you won’t notice it at first. that’s good.
maybe you’re kinder to yourself in the mirror, maybe you’re waking up more refreshed, maybe you’re taking a walk or blasting music or maybe you’re leaning out your window, trying to see everything outside of it.
this is your world, truly. this is for you. to go through your day and to love yourself, to love the things you touch, to love the people around you, to love this earth in it’s rawest form of beauty, that, that is what this world offers you.
learn how to take care of yourself. it’s hard, i know. but it’s worth it. romanticize the best moments in your day and push past the difficult ones. imagine yourself as a child of earth, and stars, and light, imagine yourself as the forest and oceans and deserts and all this universe has to offer because that’s what you are made up of.
treat yourself gently, you’re learning. any progress is progress, celebrate it. things start to get better, i promise, and they only come with attention to yourself. learn how to love yourself. i promise, it’s worth it.
The sky at 7.50am yesterday when I arrived at work ❤️
romanticize your freckles, your shoulders, your laugh, your eyes, the way you move your hands while you talk, the sound of your whispers late at night. romanticize your whole being so that if someone comes along, their love for you doesn't overshadow your love for yourself.