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.
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.
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
Lord help anyone who stands in my way; for i am not merciful, and i am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that i was
there is no need to ever ask me how I'm doing. it's safe to assume I'm crashing and burning at any given moment
I cannot tell you enough, how frequently people’s karma is just them having to live with themselves. you won’t have to look out for a catastrophic event in their life. their karma is having to live with themselves as a miserable person, who has no regard for hurting others.