Are you quiet when you need to be loved? Or do you raise your voice into a lion’s roar? Will you nudge yourself into my hips? Will you bite my shoulders and say ‘I need you to love me harder today’? Are you softer in the mornings? Which side of the bed do you like to take? Do you sprawl yourself out and steal the covers? Do you sleep naked? Do you take your coffee black? In the summer, do you flip the pillow and sigh when your cheek touches the cold side? Do you keep the windows open at night? If so, how? Aren’t you scared of monsters? Do you know that I’m scared of everything that lives in the dark? Are you aware that sometimes I get so nervous I forget how to move my feet? Can you be patient? Can you be gentle? Do you know how? Is there a quiet war raging inside of you? When you curl your fists and raise your chin, are you donning your armour? Can I help? Can I fight all of your demons with you? I won’t shy away from them, not if it would make you happy. Do you know that I’d stand in the dark in an empty room for you? Do you know that I trust you’d never ask that of me? Do you know that I don’t flinch when you cup my face? Even though if you so much as twitched too hard you could break me? Isn’t this what trust looks like? Isn’t it how I am always skin and emotions for you? Isn’t it saying ‘I love you more today than I did yesterday, but it was a whole lot yesterday’? Listen, do you feel safest when you’re holding yourself together? Do you think someday you can let that go? Will you let me take the pieces of you and keep them close? Can you let me love you? Will you learn how to? It doesn’t matter, I’ll wait.
Azra.T “34 Questions" (via 5000letters)
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada; “Pain”
First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?
Looks like I'll be sighing my way through the year again.
Sometimes we think it's the people but it's actually how they affect us. Find those who inspire you to love, forgive, chase your dreams and never allow you to feel insignificant in any kind of way.
Short note for my mid 20 somethings. I feel like I’m stagnating and that’s hard. I feel like I hit my peak 5 years ago. I feel aimless and hopeless and lost. I feel constantly drained. I am measuring my self worth based on how much money I can earn a year and what I say to people when they ask me what I’m doing. At the moment, nothing. I’m doing nothing. I’m unemployed and exhausted by it. I’m tired and tired and tired. I’m trying to remind myself that I’m more than this moment right now. I’m trying to remind myself that there is light and someday I’ll be bathed in it.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, from Questions for Ada
Do all men tell the woman they love that they love her or some are too proud to say it?
I truly believe that there’s no pride in love. And I don’t mean having no self respect or confidence. I just mean that loving someone completely is the most selfless thing you can do and sometimes it’s terrifying to be that open but you do it for them and you do it for yourself.