“someone that listened even when they couldn’t understand”

Beautiful, sculpting pain. It was worth it, not for what was but what is. In this moment, in this end result that can be described as nothing but art, a thousand suns over.

forgive yourself.

as many times as you need to.

l overcome every fucking thing. I need to stop tripping.

@letstalkaboutourconfession

"... thinking about just how much they've seen us grow, from being so tiny and so completely dependent on them to now being people of our own and having to leave them behind in the emptiness of the space we took up, in the silence of our absence. A gaping hole the size of 3 beautiful people with opinions and beliefs and so much personality. I feel for them so much, it's so heartbreaking having to leave these people that you love and adore so much to be a human of your own but that's the humanity of it all I guess, the cycle of becoming..."

To be human, such a beautiful experience. To be… human.

Oh, to be a 20 something trying to figure life out, not having a thing figured out but doing life regardless... it’s everything 🫶🏽

“may your homesick tears water the seeds of your dreams”

By standing in the void you create to encompass yourself within and waiting for someone to come and save you from your self-imposed emptiness, you entrap your savior in the void of who you choose to be.

Sincerely, someone who was once trapped in the void of you.

tears are prayers too.

“together is a beautiful place to be”

Looking back now, it wasn’t as nasty as I had always thought. It was bitter and hurtful, mainly petty. For all the times I thought back on that conversation, my thoughts were so deeply attached to how I felt in the moment. It’s pitiful witnessing something so beautiful turn into something so ugly, so much love that couldn’t be expressed in any other way except in trying to hurt each other, to show the other person just how hurt you yourself were. I guess that is just how far the passion ran, it’s beautiful. I never thought there’d be a day where I’d look back and find peace in it, beauty even; be able read it without hearing your voice and mine screaming at each other but instead just 2 people who loved each other reflecting the pain of not having the other anymore. Desperately grasping at the idea of closure, trying to show that you’re fine without the other person, the need to show the other person your wounds are healing while trying to rip the skin at theirs, to expose the ugly in an attempt to get past things. It’s kinda beautiful.



p.s would not recommend. put that block button to work.🫶🏽

What makes your heart sing?

ተመስገን አምላኬ። It doesn’t go unnoticed and as “just life”, I feel, I see and I’m endlessly grateful ለሁሉም ፣ ተመስገን።

Nostalgia is proof your living life to be proud of. What a privilege to yearn for your own memories.