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i love myself but i dont love me back

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Love doesn’t leave you traumatized.

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my goal is to be the most healed, strong, empowered, peace-filled, light emanating, disciplined, and joyful person i can be.

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Just be yourself.

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Love. This.

(via DrMassicotte)

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me: I should do laundry

my brain: you should die

me: touché

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The new sisterhood chant honestly

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Have you ever doubted your mother’s love?

Have you ever doubted your mother’s love?

Yes, yes I have.

But not because mother gave me the feeling of being left alone in my own disaster.

But not because she didn’t kiss me goodnight every time I asked for her love.

But not because she left me standing in the supermarket desperately crying her name in the fruits aisle.

And not because she didn’t bake hot chocolate cookies for me made of her pure breath that made me feel appreciated.

She was my anchor.

And still.

I doubted her love.

Because I couldn’t believe that a person like her who could break mountains that blocked her way, loved a child that would turn back before even seeing those mountains.

Because being enough never was a part of my chaotic thoughts.

Because being myself would scare me so much that I seeked for attention outside of my home.

Because me being a fault was easier to believe than feeling those words that came out of her mouth: “You. Are. Precious.”

What injustice I did

To that woman who would take all thorns out of the roses that crossed my way.

To that woman who tells me my soul is a place of unique art in the darkest hours of my existence.

To that woman who would beautifully break into hearts instead of breaking hearts.

Never.

Will I ever.

Doubt something that is.

So.

Motherly pure.

#poeticnights

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Where?

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Me

Me facing any minor inconvenience

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i love my solitude but i was meant to be a lover

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She was an extraordinary woman, and I went to bed that night feeling like I was perhaps more than ordinary myself. This was the effect she had on me.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via wordsnquotes)

Let's try to be like this woman ❤️

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I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.

Anaïs Nin, from Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939 (via luthienne)

Me to me: stop being so insecure