No matter how many times I experience firsthand the power of letting go, I still hold on for dear life, and then finally let go when I hit some pain threshold. And almost immediately, everything gets better. So I should probably just surrender now.
if there is a god, he or she or they really put a great deal of thought into you. you are a stunning masterpiece lost in a salvation army thrift store in riverside
This is a hard word for me to write about. Maybe because I feel that there’s this [unnecessary] undercurrent of unworthiness that’s always been with me; this almost indetectable hum in the background. When I consciously think about it, of course I’m worthy of love and success. But in the stillness, there it is…
I once heard someone say, "the best way to win an argument is to stop arguing." Once the veil of conflict is removed, humanity tends to shine through. No one really wants to be right—they just want to be seen. Do I still argue? Why, yes, thank you very much.
I'm my own worst one. Constantly shadow-banning myself in my own psyche. That makes no sense. See what I mean?
"Sabotage is a dish best served cold." Grandma, what the hell are you talking about. "You'll find out when you're my age." No, grandma, I don't think I will. "We'll see, little one...we'll see..." You're the best, grandma.
spent years building this fortress, to protect me from the outside world, but while I was distracted perfecting the details, the world crept in
build a castle, tear one down, comfort me, knock me out, play the song, stop the show, dangle me, let me go
"whoah, pump the brakes, cowboy. I told you I have a boyfriend." Oh, I apologize. I had no idea. "He's your best friend, dipshit." Right.
Deafening fear cockroaches, hovering over bad news, amplifying the .01% of negative shit in a sea of magnificence.
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