December will be filled with love.
December will be filled with growth.
December will be filled with ease.
December will be filled with wealth.
December will be filled with good news.
December will be filled with happiness.
December will be filled with blessings.
One day, without warning, it just gets better. You catch yourself smilling again for no reason, the light returns and you feel hope again. You're not surviving, you're living.
i’m so so so grateful for the times when i’m included, like when someone saves me a seat, invites me even if i can’t go, or asks me to join a group photo. these simple gestures mean a lot to me. it’s the little things that matter most. they don’t cost anything but mean everything
a video of a white right wing talking head getting popped in the neck traumatised you but seeing videos of palestinian children being blown up daily doesn’t even phase you says a lot