I always felt like I owed people the effort of trying to conceal my emotions. Always putting up a mask became my day to day duty. Years earlier I packed my emotions in a suitcase,kissed them and did my farewells. Years later I have realized that I have shut out myself in so long. I can't help to ask if it was fair on myself to have gone through what I went through. I can't help to blame myself and the ones around me. I made it essential to lighten up moods,to make myself be seen sociable,reckless,free,wild while I was at the same time being gutted by overwhelming emotions wanting to be silent,safe,guarded. But now I feel like I have tortured myself enough trying to be what I am not but that doesn't mean I forgot the dues you have to pay when you are vulnerable. Not all your emotions are celebrated. People don't like messy. People don't want real. They don't want naked. They constantly praise fake. Today I woke up at 12 o'clock to send an invitation to my long lost suitcase of emotions. I have sat down with my heart. Talked with it. Listen to what it has always been trying to say to me. It told me not to hide but it has also made me see that just as I don't owe people fake emotions I don't also owe them real feelings for them to just drag it around. If you had asked me years earlier what hiding my emotions from people tasted like it would have tasted a bit much like hiding them from myself too. Having seen what it's like to be me don't you think I finally owe myself that vulnerability.......to myself I mean. All of this was worth the pain I went through cause I can finally see clearly. This is me tip toeing. This is me finally noticing the craving of my tired heart. This is me getting in touch with my soul. This is me realizing how much of a precious thing it is to be me and to feel what I feel.
-Yeab T🌬

Good night 🖤

"We may cry for the loss of a lover, and we may cry because of grief, or torture..., many things that may make us cry. but the most bitter cry for a person is to cry for himself. sorrow for himself, and pity for his condition ... to feel that you lost yourself while you are still alive."

I had it almost💔

I can't breathe anymore.

Just so you remember if you have been hurt and can't let go. Maybe it will make it weigh less.🖤

The misogyny I witness everyday is beyond the threshold of my brain. I was never an aggressive feminist because I had no idea what it was about nor gave time to read about it but now I do understand the healthy definition of the term👇🏾

Feminism: belief in and advocacy of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes expressed especially through organized activity on behalf of women's rights and interests.

This is the right definition of feminism and it doesn’t require for you to be a woman to support it. But please it’s not about hating men cause what even is that behavior.

Men in our society are portrayed as strong, intelligent, wealthy and if they’re found to be anything less everyone’s out to downgrade their morals. Because of this most men loathe women and think they’re favored more than them. No one’s favored more, we just like to feed our victimized mindsets. As a woman I’ve had my own share of being slapped with misogynistic minds and being a victim of men who think a certain genitalia between their legs gives them authority over a woman but women are not favored more. Our sides of stories and amounts of sufferings we faced because of our sex in our society defer and I can’t say either of us has had it better or worse.

The disgusting truth? Again for the reason above men prefer to defend a potential abuser/ rapist rather than listen to a survivor’s story and be on her side.
They worry about their reputation and “image” more than the life they’ve destroyed and the severe traumas they’ve caused!

Seek help if you think misogyny makes you intelligent, educate yourself and stop using your trauma clouded head and start thinking like a person who has a sensible brain.

The creativity and talent this man has...ufffffa🖤🖤🖤

Olivia didn't have to be that loud when singing "one step forward 2 steps back".

Despite the intense love that I carry in my soul, in the end, I do not fear losing anything because I understand very well that I do not let go of anything from my hand before I wasted my anxiety, my entire feelings, and an abundant crowd of attempts at preservation and survival. So whatever seeps out of me has not the strength need to return or reclaim my first passion for it.

I have loved you with all the powers contained in the ribs of a person seeking stability, with all the heartbeat that has tormented throughout his life, with all the rigidity of the ribs that starved, strayed and sore.