Reminderssss ❤️

I think I was just born with something dark and ugly inside of me. Always waiting to be found out.

planetarium - adrienne rich/@twoheadedfawnn/ugly, bitter, and true - suzanne rivecca/a burning hill - mitski/a hora da estrela- clarice lispector/ @100493503004422/sharp objects - gillian flynn

Accept that you still feel upset about how you were treated, and allow that feeling to pass through you. You don't have to pretend it's not there. You don't have to pretend to forgive the other person if you don't feel so. You can still feel hurt even if years have passed. It's valid, especially if you swept your feelings under the rug back in the days. Find your way to accept the pain, grieve, and let it be in the past where it belongs. Free yourself from these chains. From your fears. From what has been. Life changes. It brings you lessons, but also rewards (and often both are in the form of very different people). Be open to the latter now.

I remember this from a fortune cookie I received after dinner some odd years back.... Can you say foreshadowing?

Everyday....

Irrelevant human being: You don’t even know what they are saying. Not only is this weird but you are also weird.

Me, an intellectual:

Eeyup.... and it worked so well!

Okay so to recap Mercy and Junkrat’s concepts are basically just

and

Never allow someone to rob you of your colors for their own broken rainbow. Half the time, they're mostly too colorblind to really know what one truly looks like.

Just a random thought...

This is why I love poetry...

I tried to let go of the echo,

but it bounced back as I put on my coat.

So these four walls were like a cloak and outside would call

to inside my dome.

I don’t answer my phone,

Often.

I don’t have hope,

Often.

I don’t atone,

Often.

Like Billie joe,

I walk this lonely road with my shadow behind me…

My only friend,

just to remind me.

Until there was him.

I keep my distance,

I don’t follow blindly.

If he takes off my blindfold,

I shut my eyes instantly.

For his purity is blinding

and if given a collision…

could mean calamity

for our existence.

One touch from me, you end up broken.

On the hopeless path of exhaustion

I can already see the cracks on your ceiling

Your floors and-

I don’t want to give it meaning.

I say the words but I hold back all the feeling.

I look at you briefly…

I keep moments to fleeting.

I love discreetly…

You might feel it’s lost all meaning.

I love you dearly…

I’m just not good at saying.

And it's only nine in the afternoon....

I'm a walking, talking contradiction...

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage