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just an appreciation post for you because I’m so happy you get to read this today and I couldn’t even begin to spell out everything you had to do, or get past, to be here. Im so happy our lives intertwined in this very moment because we come to exist together <3 that is human life and you’re living it :)!

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.

Settling does not equate to stagnating growth. You get to choose whether you want to move forward or be anchored down by what you choose to attach yourself onto. It's simple to emphasise the necessity of change and the need for adequate adaptation. Stressing the reality that change isn't always necessary—perhaps you've achieved your peak or have chosen a stable course for yourself—is equally vital. Give yourself time to realise where your wants and needs take you and whether it respects you. This does not necessarily imply that you don't want to leave your comfort zone, as you will still continue to grow endlessly.

Some of you will romanticize doing face masks together or you’ll romanticize coffee in the morning after a night of love making but no one talks about how quickly that stops being important. No one romanticizes true care and compassion.

Does your partner give you the space to discuss your feelings without making you feel like your emotions are irrational?

Do they interrupt you in front of others? Do they talk over you?

Do they give you the space to work through things on your own if need be? Do they offer you solitude without guilting you for ‘abandoning’ them?

Does your partner share responsibilities with you? Do they notice the tasks that are too much and offer to take over?

Do they ask you what you need when you’re overwhelmed? Did they take the time to learn what overwhelms you?

Do they know where you keep your medicine? Did they check to see if you’re keeping up with your hygiene? Does your health matter to them?

Raise the bar.

You’re all so much more deserving.

PIXEL CHIX

Gentle reminder that being vulnerable is a blessing, and an even gentler reminder that you can put your socks on and go to sleep, wanting to keep yourself warm is a need, we all accept our warmth and source it through different beings around us, whether or whether not you decide to find that warmth within the linings of the page you happened to accidentally read is completely subjective and understandable, it’s beautiful, so continue to keep it close to you, to have ourselves our own shelter, to have ourselves our own warmth.

Sometimes I seriously wake up, I wake up and I smile, I chuckle to no one in particular

I made it to another day, holy shit I did, I did it all by myself, I’m here with myself, I’m here for myself, I STILL HAVE ME, I have me and I need to take advantage of that, I need to selfishly adore myself, I need to put on that dress I’ve been eyeing for weeks because I CAN! It’s ridiculous of me to think there’s a rule book for it, This is boundless, it’s my body, the dress will fit ME Not the other way around, I’ll name that flower I sit across in my balcony every time I’m brewing coffee because it’s adorable, I want to take care of it, I’m holding responsibility as I bloom more and more every day, I want to reassure it that I’ll be here to water it again tomorrow, I’m here and that’s never going to change

~ ghosts of tulips past :: 💌

I've been desperately trying to remember the way I lived or made it through a certain day, and I'm caught between trying to record every second of it or loading my gallery with pictures and holding it close to myself by trusting my peripheral vision, I can’t tell whether im trying to exploit my present, or trying to preserve the ashes of a fire that once soared high, I can’t tell if it robbed me off my sight to capture the moment or left me agape enough to not be able to process anything 

its similar to that particular situation in class, where the teacher’s writing an ideology on the board but you're so engrossed all the while taken aback that its too late to take notes, and you don't trust your memory enough to attempt to rewrite it from scratch, so you turn to your left to ask your deskmate to read it out loud for you but you bite your tongue before you speak because you know they hold a different vision, and your heart races at the prospect of never seeing that glint of passion yonder again.

“to everyone their own perception, to everyone their own vision” to some a curse, to some a gem.

I wish I could remember the past.

It seems silly to me, to not have recorded every moment of that life, that past life before chaos exploded.

How unconscious I was to think it would last forever. I used to live in that past life, wild and happy and confident.

Now, I look around, trying to find my footsteps, trying to figure out who I was, who I used to be, what I used to believe in.

It's in vain.

I can't remember.

And I don't know whether that is a curse or a blessing.

- F. A.

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.