The Intimacy Of Being Listened To & Understood.

recovery is not just dramatic stories of hospitals and flirting with death and the high of starvation.

it can be silent and it is still triumphant. it can happen in crowded chinese restaurants and cramped dressing rooms and between the pages of your journal and the long-neglected corners of your memories.

your recovery doesn’t have to be loud to matter.

there is strength and dignity in your quiet battle.

southern raiders zuko and jasmine dragon zuko r on two opposite ends of a spectrum but theyre both peak

if you call a nonbinary person cis bc they don't perform androgyny to a level you approve of i'm omw with a big hammer to shatter your kneecaps

Adut Akech @ FENDI S/S 2019 by Karl Lagerfeld 

I hate when people won’t let me say I “grew up ugly” in peace. “You were never ugly” YES I WAS. Leave me alone boys used to ask me out as a joke, girls used to call me cow or big bitch and make fun of my clothes. I might not have been “ugly” but I grew up being taught to think I was.

brb I’m going to cleanse my energy and remember that things will fall into place at the right time and what I need right now is to build myself up into best version of myself

THE UNIVERSE LOVES ME.

Discomfort is necessary for growth. Lean into it. Sit in it. You’re better for it.

I hope black girls with depression have a good day today.