sproutlett:
i am a different person than who i was last year. my hair is longer and i cry less and i am stronger. i am a different person than who i was six months ago. i am free and different and am embracing change. i am a different person than who i was a month ago. i sit in the sunlight without worry and i don’t let things stick and i look up and smile. i am a different person than who i was last week. i explore more and look at the sky and laugh more. i am a different person than who i was yesterday. i let go and breathe. i am whole.
fromdarzaitoleeza:
Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis / Jane Austen
lifeinpoetry:
Sometimes, I cry so hard I can feel it in my ribs. / I feel like the real me is backed into a corner inside me
— Ama Asantewa Diaka, from “Saturday Evening WhatsApp Message,” Woman, Eat Me Whole
pika-memes:
emotions aren’t masculine or feminine. they’re human. normalize them.
meanwhilepoetry:
If I could beg one thing of my childhood, it would be this: please stay a while longer. One last game. One last song. One last time playing pretend in the woods, where you can be anything you want to be. One last piece of soft hope before you become a memory that grows hazy year by year.
- Nikita Gill, If