in order to become a better person, you must first realize how horrible you really are. not in the dramatic sense, but in the quiet ways you sabotage yourself, repeat unhealthy patterns, hurt people who care about you, or tolerate what wounds you. you cannot grow if you keep pretending you're innocent in the story you created.
Nobody talks about the stage of grief where you can't even talk about it to anyone anymore because everyone expects you to be getting over it but it still runs through your mind everyday.
i dream of never being called resilient again in my life. i’m exhausted by strength. i want support. i want softness. i want ease. i want to be amongst kin. not patted on the back for how well i take a hit. or for how many.
You ever sat back in your home and looked at all the stuff you have and just become generally aware that you’re an independent adult who pays bills and keeps yourself alive and decorated a home and it hits you you aren’t 16 anymore and you never will be again and this is your life and you’re living it and you made it
Don’t let anyone gaslight you into thinking intellectual mismatch is not a thing in romantic relationships. It's not even about formal degrees or booksmarts. It shows up in things like curiousity, conversational depth, imagination, openness, and worldviews.