luisa

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

it's a beautiful sunday to be gentle with yourself. you are worth healing

we’re gonna be ok btw

it’s ok if you’re scared. or tired. or unsure. or one million billion other complicated emotions at once. but i’ve decided things are going to be ok anyway. and i will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things i am. i will hold onto that. and if you’re scared, you can hold onto me. we can carry each other through

There is something about classic literature that hits different - which is not to say that modern literature lacks depth - there is just something so incredible about reading something and knowing that these same words were consumed by people decades, centuries before you took your first breath. And they loved and felt the stories the way you do& despite all the time separating you you’re still connected…

who are the most beautiful people you've ever seen and why are they your parents in pictures from when you were a baby

taking care of myself like i am still the little girl i used to be buying myself flowers like i am my own lover cooking for myself like i am my own best friend.... and i am all these things truly :-)

Really fucked up actually that the “you are valid” culture which, usefulness and uh, validity thereof aside, was intended to provide some some perspective for people who may have been blamed for harmless things they could not control morphed into “if strangers on the internet do not constantly tell me I’m good and perfect they are the oppressor” and “even constructively and gently telling me that I hold some power and responsibility to seek a better situation is an unspeakably cruel act.”

Once, in an argument with my therapist about a decision I made to antagonize my mother, I snapped, “My feelings are valid,” and he shot back, “They’re valid because they’re real, but that doesn’t make them rational.”

It was a more nuanced and tailored conversation after that, but that particular quote struck me especially and made me realize how often I was conflating “valid” with “reasonable” or “justified.”

your feelings are valid == you are allowed to feel what you feel

your feelings are valid =/= whatever actions you take based purely on your emotions is reasonable and right

your feelings are valid. that doesn’t mean your understanding of a situation is correct; it doesn’t mean you haven’t misunderstood something; it doesn’t mean you have the right to hurt someone else because you feel hurt, or unhappy, or sad, or angry, even if they obviously ‘deserve’ it for how they made you feel

your feelings are valid; you are not wrong for feeling whatever way you feel. But just because you feel something doesn’t make it true

you can't waste your life btw it's just not something that's possible to do. your mere existence is already a precious and valuable use of your time. the time you spent becoming who you are now was inherently worthwhile

If you ever feel a little wave of love wash over you,,, that’s from me.

oh you hate me? you see my big beautiful sad brown eyes and you’re gonna hate me?

as someone who grew up with really poor self image, it's really nice to see moments where i'm kind to myself. it's so important to let yourself just be without constantly criticising everything you do

going on the internet to stare at things. going to a antique mall to stare at things. going to the aquarium to stare at things. going to an art gallery to stare at things. picking up a book to stare at things. going to the cinema to stare at things. &other such cases

reading isn't enough I need to swallow the book whole

chill. focus on your breathing, relax your body, look around and see that you’re not being judged by the people you’re sharing your time with. for this moment, you don’t need to worry

love beautifies everything, love connects everything in a poetic way. human connection is art. when your lover talks to you, their words first touch your skin like kisses and then build a home in your heart. when they hold your hand, your souls share an intertwined state. when both of your eyes meet, you enter a meeting behind a physical veil; a spiritual meeting of minds. when you look at your lover, all you see is a walking poem, speaking to you in between the lines and knowing you will understand them even, or especially in a shared silence.

your life will be wonderful because you will make it wonderful, and it will be full of love because you are full of love.

hey guys just wanted to let you know that um [screams so loud it shatters every window in this room]