Maybe, just maybe we could try to build a wall that permits our growth and breathing than by disguising our safety under the impression of a wall that inconsistently foreshadows our own strings from being intertwined by another’s, you know it’s not wrong to love :) you never did anything wrong by loving
a few from lois dodd’s fire collection
nourishes it
keeps it warm
fills it with love
fills it with rice
refills sanity bar
grants it a blessing
Growth is constant. Always and forever, even when you feel like you’ve done nothing productive throughout your day, even when you feel like you’ve come to a stop, even when you feel like you haven’t moved past a point in what seems like ages, even when you feel like you aren’t over the loss of a figure, even when you feel like you can no longer feel yourself anymore. My precious reader, I hope you understand just how much courage it takes to come to terms with the mere fact of not having done anything today. Admitting it to yourself is far more than enough. You are breathing, growing and you are constantly giving every living second of your life. You are reciprocating emotions, you are finding a way through your thoughts to draw this very conclusion, you are processing so many different interactions through the span of the past few hours, yet being able to continue to communicate, Respect that.
Subtle reminders are the pure symbolisation of growth and the way things settle around your life, the way events and people find their place in your life, becoming a part but not always an involvement, weathering the storm together, you realise that the next time you walk past this pavement, the little sprout you first saw from the corner of your eye would’ve bloomed out from its shoot in the open, compelling you to bathe it in the warmth of the sun and feeling the taint of heat living behind its silly footprints of freckles across your rosy cheeks, you would’ve witnessed growth and time, you would’ve witnessed growth and time :)
Frank O'Hara, from Selected Poems; "Mayakovksy"
[Text ID: I love you. I love you, / but I'm turning to my verses / and my heart is closing / like a fist.]
every page of This is How You Lose the Time War drives me Insane
I think it’s very important to emphasise that there can be so many versions of you existing within the same existential reality, side by side. You don’t have to abandon your core to succumb to any socially engineered version of you that only brings about peace in the latter and not within you :( it’s okau to admit that different people placed contextually in different settings will inevitably bring out different sides of you! That doesn’t necessarily imply that you’re forgetting your ground :) to each their own. It’ll always be upto you to show any or every side of you to a person <3
Gentle reminder that being vulnerable is a blessing, and an even gentler reminder that you can put your socks on and go to sleep, wanting to keep yourself warm is a need, we all accept our warmth and source it through different beings around us, whether or whether not you decide to find that warmth within the linings of the page you happened to accidentally read is completely subjective and understandable, it’s beautiful, so continue to keep it close to you, to have ourselves our own shelter, to have ourselves our own warmth.
Getting caught in the corner of someone’s eye is such an embrace, holding the same vision as them is such an embrace
Soft reminder that you have the liberty to choose the people you’ll invest your time and energy into, not the other way around, don’t let something that couldn’t have possibly governed you, have its restraints on you
“the flowers were dressed in nothing but light,they let me bathe in my vulnerability”
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