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#LizzieWeek2026 | day 05: resilience - tether - baby liz
pages from lizzie’s journal: surviving, healing, and becoming. every chapter hurt, every chapter mattered, and every chapter brought her closer to the life she deserved 🌸💝
#lizzieweek2026 🐝 | Day 5: baby liz
“When have you ever seen me wear pink?”
“When have you ever worn these?” I mused, playfully tugging on one of her pigtails.
“Oh my God, stop.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink. “I look like a dope.”
My lips twitched. “You look adorable”
#LizzieWeek2026 | day 05: tether 𝜗𝜚
“So why don’t you go home for vacations?” I asked her
“I’m just scared of ghosts. And home is full of them.”
elizabeth young x alaska young
by shermosh ᰔ
#LizzieWeek2026 | Day 05: Resilience
“I’m going to need you to get back up, kid.” His green eyes blazed when they locked on mine. “I’m going to need you to fight.”
“I’m tired.” A lone tear slid down my cheek, matching the one sliding down his. “So tired, Joe.”
“I know, kid, trust me, I know.” Resting his elbows on his knees, he leaned closer. “But you’ve got another night in you.” He reached out and squeezed my hand. “Another fight”
— Lizzie Young & Joey Lynch
art by _mazelwi_
commissioned by me, repost with credits only
#LizzieWeek2026 | Day 05: Resilience
“I’m going to need you to get back up, kid.” His green eyes blazed when they locked on mine. “I’m going to need you to fight.”
“I’m tired.” A lone tear slid down my cheek, matching the one sliding down his. “So tired, Joe.”
“I know, kid, trust me, I know.” Resting his elbows on his knees, he leaned closer. “But you’ve got another night in you.” He reached out and squeezed my hand. “Another fight”
— Lizzie Young & Joey Lynch
art by _mazelwi_
commissioned by me, repost with credits only
#LizzieWeek2026 | day 5: baby liz
“Look at me, pretty girl,” Mammy said after my sister had stomped out of the room. “Show me those big, blue eyes.” I did. “There you are.” Smiling warmly, she brushed my hair off my face. “You are perfect, do you hear me?”