𝐈 . 𝓣he truth is, life will amaze you i the most stunning ways, and it will also break your heart. Life will gift you the kinds of lessons that grow you and build you and help for you to bloom into the person you have always hoped to be, but it will also carry within it the kinds of losses that stay with you, that change you and mould you in uncomfortable ways.
𝓛ife will demand for you to do the work, for you to understand yourself, for you to heal even when it hurts. For you to be brave, for you to fight for yourself.
𝐈𝐈 . 𝓐t the end of the day, bravery isn't a battlefield. It isn't fast cars, or stunted risk. Bravery is the quietest thing you will ever know. Bravery is getting up in the morning when your bones are heavy and your heart does not want the light to crack within it. Bravery is leaning into what aches, it is looking it in the face, giving it a name and confronting it for what it is. Bravery is being gentle with yourself, especially when it isn't convenient or easy, especially when you are not a shining example of the person you strive to be. Bravery is forgiving yourself, it is the work you do within your soul that is dirty and difficult and demanding.
𝐈𝐈𝐈 . 𝓑ut most of all, bravery is the way you stretch towards the light. It is the way you bloom in the direction of goodness, even when you may not know what you are reaching for. Bravery is allowing yourself to believe that you are growing, even when it does not feel like it. Bravery is trusting yourself even when you do not recognize the path. Bravery is knowing that there is more for you, that you will have the ability to save yourself like you always have before; that you will survive.
𝓛ife will demand for you to do the work, for you to understand yourself, for you to heal even when it hurts. For you to be brave, for you to fight for yourself.
𝐈𝐈 . 𝓐t the end of the day, bravery isn't a battlefield. It isn't fast cars, or stunted risk. Bravery is the quietest thing you will ever know. Bravery is getting up in the morning when your bones are heavy and your heart does not want the light to crack within it. Bravery is leaning into what aches, it is looking it in the face, giving it a name and confronting it for what it is. Bravery is being gentle with yourself, especially when it isn't convenient or easy, especially when you are not a shining example of the person you strive to be. Bravery is forgiving yourself, it is the work you do within your soul that is dirty and difficult and demanding.
𝐈𝐈𝐈 . 𝓑ut most of all, bravery is the way you stretch towards the light. It is the way you bloom in the direction of goodness, even when you may not know what you are reaching for. Bravery is allowing yourself to believe that you are growing, even when it does not feel like it. Bravery is trusting yourself even when you do not recognize the path. Bravery is knowing that there is more for you, that you will have the ability to save yourself like you always have before; that you will survive.
𝓓amaged people love you like you are a crime scee ; before a crime has even been committed. They keep their running shoes besides their souls every night, one eye open in case things change whilst they sleep. 𝓣heir backs are always tense as though waiting to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them.
Because damaged people have already seen hell. And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind angel before it fell.
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Because damaged people have already seen hell. And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind angel before it fell.
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𝓗ow may years must we put between us to prove we are no longer in love? How many rain and December, distractions and chance meetings, remnants of our sad, hopeful love in another's look, an all too familiar gesture-how long do we go on dragging our aching bodies day after day through this yawning, yearning world, searching for a glimpse of what could have been?
𝓣ell me there has been someone else like me, for you. That your experience of love has not been defined by the way I spoke your name into the hollow of your neck. Ask me if I have found the same kind of reverence anywhere else but in your slow, patient hands, your sea-salt lips spilling laughter mid-sentence, my heart rising in a crescendo like a wave ready to crash.
𝓐s you whispered to me, love is the only thing that time cannot touch.
After all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. Time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. A love I will carry from cons to oceans to inches, back to you.
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𝓣ell me there has been someone else like me, for you. That your experience of love has not been defined by the way I spoke your name into the hollow of your neck. Ask me if I have found the same kind of reverence anywhere else but in your slow, patient hands, your sea-salt lips spilling laughter mid-sentence, my heart rising in a crescendo like a wave ready to crash.
𝓐s you whispered to me, love is the only thing that time cannot touch.
After all this time, my love for you burns constant and true, my guiding light, my morning star. Time is testament to the relentless, unyielding power of this old, ancient love. A love I will carry from cons to oceans to inches, back to you.
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𝗿à𝗴𝗮𝘇𝘇ᦅ͞ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰ò ⁄