Defeat comes when we fail to get something we very much want. Failure does not allow us to dream. Its motto is “Expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed.”
Defeat ends when we launch into another battle. Failure has no end; it is a lifetime choice.
—  Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra

*Points at OC* You get all my feelings of inadequacy and fear of never being good enough as well as obeying my abusers so to not face conflict with them.

*Points to other OC* You get all my fear of abandonment and over romanticizing of certain things in my life.

*Points at another OC* You get all my frustration over showing my emotions and are going to be allowed to say all the mean/truthful things I’ve always wanted to say about others but only say internally to myself.

*Points at another OC* You get all my insecurities about myself and fears about how other perceive me.

*Point at yet another OC* And you get all my cockiness but it’s to mask the fact that deep down I really hate myself.

*sets OCs free* Now go my children, go fuck up your lives.

How silly to compare her
to hurricanes
to thunderstorms
to temporary
cliche swirls of emotion.
She is concrete. She is permanent.

She is brave with her words
and slick with her heart.
There is concentration dripping from her pores
and love sticking to her bones.

She is a lifetime of goodmornings.
She is the warmth of lilac sheets.
She is firmly planted.
She sticks in your mouth
and slams against your jaw.

She is everything
imaginable,

and you’re telling me
the best you can come up with
is a fucking 30 minute storm?

—  Michelle K., She is Not a Hurricane.
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