Sometimes, all we really need is to be heard without having to fight for it.
I brought up how I felt—disconnected, unsure, a little tired of carrying the weight of unspoken things. And for once, I wasn’t met with defensiveness or silence. I was met with understanding. With effort. With a gentle “let’s fix this.”
It reminded me that love shouldn’t feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn’t leave you questioning your worth or your voice. Sometimes, the simplest conversations can feel like healing.
I’m learning that being heard without having to explain myself twice is a kind of love I didn’t know I needed. I don’t need perfect. I just need real.
Happy posting on the Blr?!!??!?
people think they shouldn't vote as a protest or whatever because they've been raised on boycotts. which do sometimes work.
boycotts deprive the target of money.
not voting does not deprive the government of money.
it does, however, deprive you of power.
it's not like a boycott.
i love my friends so much!!!
i see the universe in their eyes, the warmth in their smiles, the love in their hearts. i am so glad i have people that allow me to love them.
anyway, just wanted to post something more lighthearted.
I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love
nobody fucking talk to me
feeling sick to my stomach and i’m literally about to arrive at the function aftuallyyyyyyyy kill me
getting my own feelings hurt over shit i made up in my head i’m tweaking it’s like i Want to be miserable and alone
sun bleached flies - ethel cain
you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try