GOLDEN CHILD

*gives u shiny rock* i love u *gives u a cool leaf* i love u *shows you my fav books* i love u *gives u a cute flower* i love u *gives u a tiny frog* he loves u too

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

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marlena by julie buntin

— Ocean Vuong, Because It’s Summer

tired of being tired of being tired

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Let your old self die, allow it to transform, the you that put others above you, the you that didn’t know how to love yourself, the you that played along the victim mentality. Let it be where it is, in the past. It has served it’s purpose, be grateful for it, but let it be apart of the situationships you were in & don’t bring it with you here, now. Let those old situations, with which you connect your old self, die too, so the energy can change into what serves you now. Do not hold onto what was, allow it to transform into newness. You are new here, now. Everything is new all the time. Create from this place here, of choosing differently now.

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.

don’t settle for less

Word.

miriam adeney