“Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.”
— bell hooks All About Love - New Visions
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They’re out there, somewhere. I promise they exist. There’s someone out there who’s going to take all your baggage and unpack it with you. Someone who wants to know every happy memory, every dark thought, and every crazy story. Someone who’s going to love you so much, you won’t remember what it was like to feel broken. Someone who’s going to be worth the wait.
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a gentle reminder that you’re still young and there’s still plenty of time to figure things out, become who u want to be and create a comfortable life for yourself
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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
“they are inaccessible to one another and, in the inaccessible, in infinite relation.”
— Maurice Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation