Category: Reflections & Selflove
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You deserve good things
Be soft be delicate be loved, beloved. Don’t be afraid of kindness, embrace the tenderheartedness… It’s all right. You deserve good things, believe it.
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Mess out
The mess had to be displayed first… Messy hair, messy blog, and messy wording… With all the mess out of our system… Now, look at us color coordinating and sh!t. We plucked the thorns out… Now we have soft and delicate blossoms to bask in.
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Karibu tenderness
Do you feel the change in the way the wind blows? Dabeylaha cafimaad Karibu… come dance with me tenderness.
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Body image
How I see myself matters the most. Now you may disagree and come up with suggestions on how I would look prettier if my vessel were less… Less here less there… And you along with your opinion I can throw out… See my voice, however, remains. And I say to myself… Man oh man what […]
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Is there anyone without issues? 😅
Yes, I have got issues… Trust issues… I don’t know all my triggers yet… I haven’t worked through all my traumas. Yes, I’m fucked up! But not fucked up enough to wanna fuck up your life! I am nobody’s problem. Incoming hyper independence… But my own. I am learning to listen and to reassure myself […]
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The traitor from within learned peace
Something happened, I blocked you out. I feel everything strongly! Deeply and painfully. And you knew that! Yes, I am very sensitive…I used to take everything to the heart and quite personal… but since I blocked you out, I still take things to the heart but not personal! You are the reason I saw no […]
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The loveliness you see
I see it too, the beauty you see in me… It’s the face of a soul at home. There were days I saw a ghost looking back at me… When I was a rootless plant trying so hard to pant herself in lifeless soils… Any other place can’t host me, but my own body. I’m […]
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Yes, It’s I.
Yes it’s I, the girl with a broken jar for a heart, and yes I have sewn myself back together, but there are cracks in me, still and will always be… Sometimes a crack might bleed by a resurfaced memory… And a wolf may come through a crack again… It may dig its teeth in […]
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Bloody cracks
It’s not a lack of sharing something of me, oh I’m so good at sharing something from me, be it a thought, a past, or a look. It’s the assurance that there are cracks I still haven’t learned how to heal or deal to live with. And each time one of them bleed in came […]
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