I strongly believe that love can be found and channelled anywhere so long as that something/someone hasn’t decided to make you feel otherwise, almost as though you should regret loving.Love is heavy, lightweight, subjective, mobile and constantly keeping a check on you so you see glimpses of it around you, maybe hidden under the lines of the book you’re reading, maybe trapped under the warmth of your blanket, maybe with the company a stray cat gives you on the street while you’re on your way back home,maybe with the candy wrapper you found rummaging through your pocket while feeling the sweet aftertaste in your mouth, maybe with the way someone rests their hands on your shoulder, maybe with the way someone calls out your name, it’s there. It stays, so don’t you dare for a second think that it’s left your side
T shirt that says publicly crying isn’t a giveaway of your sensitivity or weakness. You are hurt, and you are hurting, you have every right to to feel your pain and acknowledge it regardless of the setting, understand what must be prioritised first instead of submitting to a pseudo authority and audience that keeps you from being able to hold yourself when and where needed. It pains me to say how I have come across so many people who’re strongly forced to believe that they must shield themselves by hiding something so beautiful. Save yourself the mental 4buse, take it one step at a time, feel free to let yourself out the way your body needs it to be
Maybe, just maybe we could try to build a wall that permits our growth and breathing than by disguising our safety under the impression of a wall that inconsistently foreshadows our own strings from being intertwined by another’s, you know it’s not wrong to love :) you never did anything wrong by loving
Today felt long, today felt heavy, today felt strong, I wasn’t quite ready, and I think it’s ok if all I wanted to do today was wrap myself in a blanket, because I deserve to have a soft whispy sigh kept the leaf I picked up from street on the side of my pillow today
Growth is constant. Always and forever, even when you feel like you’ve done nothing productive throughout your day, even when you feel like you’ve come to a stop, even when you feel like you haven’t moved past a point in what seems like ages, even when you feel like you aren’t over the loss of a figure, even when you feel like you can no longer feel yourself anymore. My precious reader, I hope you understand just how much courage it takes to come to terms with the mere fact of not having done anything today. Admitting it to yourself is far more than enough. You are breathing, growing and you are constantly giving every living second of your life. You are reciprocating emotions, you are finding a way through your thoughts to draw this very conclusion, you are processing so many different interactions through the span of the past few hours, yet being able to continue to communicate, Respect that.
I can’t help but adore the way people love and learn to love. Because it’s so much more than just having this heavy feeling weighing you down when it’s time for them to leave, it’s so much more than just intertwining your fingers together, its allowing yourself to feel the warmth of the sun tinting your cheeks with a blush you’re not too familiar with, but the familiarity of the warmth and it’s aftertaste is savouring, it makes you want to blanket your chest, it’s the way you accept and admit the fact that you’ve come to grow rather affectionate about something or someone in a way that fills your heart to the brim so much so you no longer have control over the direction of your emotions, it’s about unfolding your love and folding yourselves right back into a form where the two of you feel complete and enough to have so much space for what’s to come,
because watching somebody learning to love is lovely, it’s grounding and I’m so proud of you for finding it within yourself to love even when you had to go through what you did, even when those around you made you think you weren’t worthy of it, so to be able to cultivate that garden with others is truly admirable
To be embraced is to accept and to submit to your form that craves to be held and kept warm, submit to that version of you that requires your company to be whole, pull your arms around your chest and hold your hands to caress the fabric of your being rather than pulling it apart thread by thread