#vulnerbility

[pueraeternal]

If you are neurodivergent, you can probably relate to feeling like an outcast when trying to be your authentic self. How nice it is when you meet someone and can finally take off your mask.

This poem captures the tension between concealment and exposure, between self-preservation and the aching desire to be truly seen. The imagery of clothing as a fragile disguise for emotional wounds is powerful, reinforcing the theme of vulnerability. Each tear in the fabric signals an unraveling of the facade, revealing the parts of oneself that are feared, yet impossible to fully hide.

The moment of connection is beautifully crafted—a shift from avoidance to recognition, where pain is no longer something to be concealed but rather acknowledged and shared. The act of tearing the fabric wider becomes a declaration of authenticity, a gesture that says, I will not hide anymore. And when hands meet, it’s not just physical—it’s a quiet, profound surrender to being known. The poem moves with grace from solitude to intimacy, from apprehension to acceptance.

[wovenwordsblog]

I’ve never been called pretty— not by boys, not by friends, not even by my own family.

I’ve never been the top of my class, but I’ve never been dumb. Never the sidekick, but never the leader either.

I’ve been noticed, but never seen.

I’ve had friends, but never a best friend. People to laugh with, but no one to cry to.

I’ve always had the passion to do something big, but what if I don’t have the talent?

I’ve always wanted to change the world, but what if I don’t have the voice?

I’ve always just blended in, a shadow in the background, while my prettier, smarter friend got everything I wanted.

[kabrinia]

Big John Wrencher - Maxwell Street Alley Blues [Full Album]

My great uncle

[lostography]

...we're human, and it's in our nature to screw up, especially at parties and social functionings....Yet there's a difference between making mistakes and being a bad person. Making a mistake is saying something careless, embarrassing, or crass. Being a bad person is actively trying to hurt others. People can sense the difference between the two, even if you think they can't. Chances are that tomorrow no one will even remember the ridiculous thing you said, and they certainly wouldn't think any less of you (especially if you apologize). ...The hard part is forgiving yourself and recognizing that it's okay to let go of these little infractions. No one is perfect.

Beth Evans, from I Really Didn’t Think This Through 

[thefeistyaries]

Yesterday’s Price Is Not Today’s Price: Choosing Growth Over Grief

Ok, let’s see where we left off… I haven’t done this in months — June to be exact. And while I want to laugh about it, the truth is…it’s not really funny. It’s actually a little sad, because I fell right back into a pattern I’ve been trying hard to break. But is that really so bad? Maybe not. Because even though I slipped, life has definitely been “lifeing” since the last time I had a chance to…

Yesterday’s Price Is Not Today’s Price: Choosing Growth Over Grief

[thefeistyaries]

5:41 AM- A Heart Heavy with Truth

“I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.” — Audre Lorde It’s 5:41 in the morning. I’m sitting here with my joint, listening to the birds sing while my heart feels heavier than I know how to hold.Heavy for a love I’ve never fully touched.Heavy for a happiness I’m starting to believe I may never have. And I ask myself—why is this feeling hitting so hard? Am I truly afraid that I’ll spend the rest…

5:41 AM- A Heart Heavy with Truth

[thefeistyaries]

Maybe I Needed This Break

“Sometimes slowing down is the most radical way to move forward.” I’ve been slacking on my blog posts — two weeks behind to be exact. And honestly? I’ve been in a fog. Not just mentally, but physically and emotionally. I haven’t prepped meals, barely had the energy to read, study, or even think straight. Work has been nonstop. This last 80-hour tour? Whew. Busy doesn’t even begin to describe it.…

Maybe I Needed This Break

[thefeistyaries]

Learning Out Loud: My Unfiltered Thoughts on Motherhood

I haven’t written much about being a mother. Not really. It’s not because I don’t want to—it’s because I’ve been scared. Scared of judgment. Scared of being seen in a light I’m still trying to accept within myself. The truth is, I’m not where I want to be in life. But does that automatically make me a bad mom? I ask myself that more often than I’d like to admit. Motherhood doesn’t come with a…

Learning Out Loud: My Unfiltered Thoughts on Motherhood