A Cup of Comfort

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

“but we stay silly” is honestly such a beautiful thing to say. there is whimsy in this world and we will strive to keep it

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WE ARE NOT WISE!!!!!!!!! AND NOT VERY OFTEN KIND!!!!!!!!!!! AND MUCH CAN NEVER BE REDEEMED!!!!!! STILL!!!!!!!!! LIFE HAS SOME POSSIBILITY LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how to stop isolating yourself?? the answer is give up on code and hidden messages. love fully and loudly and truthfully and always. be deliberate. be open. feel everything. but won’t it be hard? won’t it hurt? yes!!!! yes.

at times when hope is too big of a thing to have, curiosity (even clinical or small) is a very good placeholder

asking myself "why continue" & finding the answer is always, in some form, "i want to know what happens next", even if that want is tired or detached or outright morbid

Ask Polly: How Am I Supposed to Make Friends in My Late 20s?

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Kyla Jamieson, “I Need A Poem,” in Body Count [ID in ALT]

[Image ID: On the first line is a series of golden circles, one more full than the last with the words underneath: "You have been told that your worth increases the more you achieve." However, the second line is a series of completely full gold circles with the words: "but the truth is your worth never changes, no matter what you do" Underneath. /End ID]

Derrick Austin, “Lilting” [ID in alt text]

be terrified, but open your arms

better days

I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in living.