I almost thanked you for teaching me something about survival back there, but then I remembered that the ocean never handed me the gift of swimming. I gave it to myself.
She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her there’s nothing there.
I just got tired. Tired of being angry. Tired of thinking about dead ends, and everything that isn’t or might not be enough.
If they don’t like you who the fuck cares.
You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
Love and respect yourself and never compromise for anything. And then you will be surprised how much growth starts happening of its own accord.. as if rocks have been removed and the river has started flowing.
in these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die,
and where you invest your love,
you invest your life