how to embrace change?
you pretend to be okay with it until the grief of it creeps up on you in a grocery shopping aisle & brings you to your knees
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via @x2s \\ @chloeinletters (from her newsletter)
kofi
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thinking about the way everyone we meet changes us. yes, some of them have a really bad impact on us, but love, friendship, small acts of kindness, knowing some people still care, it changes you too. sometimes a person doesn’t really know what to do, but they are willing to help, and that noticing that willingness and realizing you matter to someone, and that you should feel that your worthy of being cared for changes the way you see yourself. connection is such an important thing and being vulnerable again after being repeatedly hurt is terrifying, but it’s important to try to connect to others in a positive way, even if it’s just a small connection.
you carry inside a piece of everyone you’ve met. those who loved you but are now gone are still a part of you, so you haven’t lost them completely. the old you is still a part of present you. the world moves you, and it can be a hard thing to be vulnerable, but isolation is not the answer. there is a whole world outside waiting to embrace you, but you must allow it to.
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“ever forward, always looking back,” Aurora Picciottoli
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Inward by Yung Pueblo
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I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1964
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My first day of kindergarten I stood proudly with my backpack on, hair not wild yet from the playground. My grandmother asked me if I wanted her to walk me inside and my bright little eyes looked at her in all sincerity.
“I was a caterpillar and now I’m a butterfly ready to fly!”
I should have been like the other kids asking their mom or dad to stay five more minutes but I didn’t. At five years old I was so certain I was ready to fly, to be independent. I wonder where that girl went now that I’m almost twenty one.
I should have been more reliant onmy parents before I couldn’t anymore.
Brush my hair and tie my shoes one more time, hold my hand in the grocery line, lovingly tell me to look both ways before crossing the street, make me chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of hearts, sing me to sleep as you turn on the night light, tell me you love me to the moon and back before closing my bedroom door. Please, I want you to be by my side with every step I take and hold my hand when I make mistakes until the end of time.
It’s late though and my laundry needs to be folded before I make dinner.
God, I wish kindergarten had lasted forever.
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mother-morphosis
being born as a life sentence for my mother,
13 years it took her before she cut it off,
only to get caught back into mess after mess.
realistically, if it hadn’t been me,
and it hadn’t been him,
it likely would have been the same situation
some place else.
so i must ask,
what chance did she ever have?
two broken arms,
sent to school
by her neglectful mother.
clothes ripped to shreds
in fits of jealous rage
by a cheating fiancée.
furniture smashed
and police called
on an alcoholic boyfriend.
oh, my mother,
if i could hold you in my hands
and turn you away
from the worst parts of the world,
i would.
like a caterpillar found on the ground,
i’d name you something beautiful,
give you a cap of sugar water
and a container full of leaves.
but like my birth,
it would be just another sentence,
trapping you somewhere,
preventing you from metamorphosis,
bursting from a chrysalis
and flourishing into
something truly beautiful.
two perfect wings
and your whole life ahead of you.
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sheila heti pure colour
kofi
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Mary Oliver - To begin with, the sweet grass
“We do one thing or another; we stay the
same, or we
change.
Congratulations, if
you have changed”
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