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from shedding, by trista mateer

You have been feeling down. Spiraling back into a hole of self doubt, insecurity and loliness. I’m sad for you and hate seeing you this way. I know you feel like your walking on eggshells and every one is judging your next move. No matter how hard you try, someone always has something negative to say about your job, your parenting, or your choices. I know you will get through this rough patch like you have before but I want to remind you that growing and healing is not a straight line, sometimes it two steps forward and five steps back. You are working hard to undo the traumas that you’ve been through and ones your family have dragged you through so you can be better for your daughter so when she gets older she won’t know the same pain that you did. You are doing the best you can and I know you will look back on this and be proud that you made it through another road block in your life. I’m routing for us.

#Letter to myself

mabellonghetti

Dolly Parton in Detroit, Michigan, 1977. Credit: Donaldson Collection

me @ myself in the mirror: fuck, lemony snicket, what series of unfortunate events have you been through, you ugly fuck?

tauruslesb

maebysfunke

thehushedpoet

People have said, “Don’t cry” to other people for years and years,and all it has ever meant is, “I’m too uncomfortable when you show your feelings. Don’t cry.” I’d rather have them say, “Go ahead and cry. I’m here to be with you.”

- Mr. Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers

1/30/15 - 9:53pm

unchildhood

AZRA TABASSUM (or @5000letters)

from My Heart is Full of Open Windows;

original photos and edit

foxgirlmigraine

The fact that bakers aren’t called breadsmiths is a fucking crime

thatmemebabe

“– and I shall think of you / Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am / Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing. You are a burning lamp to me, a flame / The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you / High in my hand against whatever darkness.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Three Plays; “The Lamp and the Bell,” (via soracities)