one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and / want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

has anyone else noticed that being alive is like, not the most dignified experience ever

But everywhere,
the pain suckles you. Everywhere, you hold its lumpy head to your breast like a saint.

the older i get the less i feel the need to be included, understood, or accepted

But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever

dappled light

it's hard to see red flags when trauma has painted everything red

reading this felt like a hug^

happy birthday baby 🎀
i love u so much
@cl0udseven

I wish I could tell the wind to carry my message and whisper to you that you did well. You always think you are not strong enough to fight the silent battles in your mind, not good enough to receive the kindness and love this world has to offer, and not brave enough to walk out from the darkness that has consumed you for so long. The truth is, you are enough. You just don't realize how capable you are, despite everything life has thrown at you. Even if the words are left unsaid, may the whispering winds deliver the pride I hold for you; that you did well, despite it all.

memory is a rope around the neck

Maybe the journey isn't about becoming anything.
Maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you, so that you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.

Some days you exist like the last speaker of an extinct language. These are the silences that litter the heart