I will have a home one day. It will be warm, and it will be safe. It will have large windows so that it never feels like a prison. It will have comfort and light and colours, and there will be joy echoing off of each of the walls. There will be no shouting in my home. There will be no violence, no harsh words, no abuse ... it will be safe, and it will be my home.
I love expensive things like: time, loyalty, and love
“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”
— Dumbledore
THE ERAS TOUR ✧・゚: *✧
and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, nobody waits for you at night, when you can do whatever you want; but what do you call it; freedom or loneliness?
– Charles Bukowski
Sending love to those celebrating holiday season who live in dysfunctional/toxic households. This is probably the hardest time of all.
I hate how parents will tell you how you don't do anything. How your own home isn't yours. How you're just useless and don't do nothing. You are just a guest in your own life. Yep, I know I'm a piece of shit. I know I'm nothing. I'm just done. I'll never be good enough. I'm not worth anything. It's fine. It's cool.
🌿 Botanical 🌿
“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”
— Max Ehrmann
Made this a couple weeks back. What better day to post than today? Happy govardhan folks!