growingsoftly

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i wonder sometimes how we get from feeling like the world is ending to somehow noticing how the flowers are blooming in spring and all you needed was some water and a walk. on our own two feet we walk past the idea that life can also be good. we think entirely too much and assume that we are awful for making human mistakes. in a world that is so deep in depression, it is important to find the glimpses of good. the way the water on the lake glimmers like sequins or how the way your favorite person smiles and it’s like the sun has made you warm again. i think we deserve some good in our lives too. especially when the world always feels like it is ending. because taking care of ourselves is important, and through doing that we help others. so i hope you laugh today, or smile at a stranger, or let yourself be silly. you deserve it.

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ok universe i’m getting out of bed i’m drinking water i’m making breakfast i’m trying please have something kind in store for me ok. i need a win

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sitting on the floor of my room, wondering what the point of existence is. and i guess the point is to feel everything, even the bad and especially the good. because you can’t know one without the other. with that, i resume crying on the floor of my room.

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don’t want to be a girl i want to be a single star in the night sky shining so bright all the way to lonely people who look up and hope to see a sign

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december

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i know you think that it’s normal to worry about what everyone is thinking about. your brain moves so fast you don’t even notice that you talk yourself out of saying something every ten seconds. you make a checklist and run through it every time you want to share something vulnerable but end up keeping your mouth shut instead. i hope someday you find someone who sees through the mask that you put on whenever you speak. and i hope they gently point out those things that no one sees. and i hope that you discover that people actually care about what you have to say.

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blanket normally: really good

blanket 10 mins before you need to get up for work: skin contact with god

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Kōtarō Takamura, tr. by Hiroaki Sato, from Chieko & Other Poems; "Two Under the Tree,"

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you know what’s hard? knowing that your parents did the best they could and still longing for an affectionate love like you see on tv. when you get attached to people because they sort of fill that little hole in your heart and then suddenly a wave of guilt passes over you. and then you wish that someone could just scoop you up and make it all better. just know that you deserved more than what you got and your feelings matter. you deserve love and care. stop believing that you don’t.

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hi. i know you think that feeling too much is awful and sucks all too much. but i promise that you will find people who cherish you. who love your laugh and think your smile is the prettiest thing they’ve ever seen. they’ll think you’re so brave for continuing to be soft in this hard world. and i promise it’ll be worth it. feeling “too much” was never bad, you just weren’t around the right people.

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text me when you get home. *you are precious cargo, be safe*. can i bring you something? *i care about you*. how was your day? *i want to know about you*. how are you feeling? *your feelings matter to me*. thank you for telling me. *i am grateful you trusted me*. would you like some of my clementine? *i love you and want to share with you*. i want you to know that i’m always here if you need anything. *i want you to feel safe with me*.

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i’m still here. despite the cold that has touched my fingers. i’m still here. i’ve grown into the warmth my heart carry’s. all those years past wishing for my body to freeze over like the way frost covers windshields. to love is to know that summer lives in the depths of your heart.

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how sad is it to think i’ll never be able to get the affection that little me needed when she was growing up.

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“I made myself soft as the sky. / I loved so open / I knew every edge / and chose to fall from each of them”

— Kolbe Riney, from “voyager,” Up the Staircase Quarterly (no. 57)

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