hm you know i think that a large part of the reason that the “i always knew/i was always different” narrative of…
(Source: birdblankets)
‘Is this real?’ I whispered against my better judgement, afraid of what the answer would be.
She leaned over. A gentle ‘Yes,’ was all she said, punctuated with a kiss.
I look in the mirror. I don’t see what you see, what you tell me you see. I say to myself, “It’s okay to be me. It’s okay to be whoever I happen to be today and however I happen to feel today. It’s okay to exist, to take up space, and to have needs, wants, and desires. It’s okay to be me, even when I’m not okay. It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to get help.
It’s okay to be me. It’s okay to be me. It’s okay to be me.”
truth in writing. hit me harder in the feels than thoughtcatalog. reblogging because i need to read this reminder until i believe it… maybe one day.
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I was running.
I don’t know why. The only thing I knew is that if I stopped, if I slowed down for even a breath, I’d be dead. I didn’t turn around, I never looked back.
I just kept running.
I didn’t know what to expect coming up behind me, and I absolutely didn’t expect you to be there, running alongside me.
You didn’t question, you didn’t judge, you just ran with me. Anytime I thought I’d give up you pushed me along, and after a while, I kept running just to make you proud.
What I never expected was for you to leave me behind. I looked back and you weren’t there. Suddenly all the pain and the exhaustion set in and all I wanted to do was lie down.
After that, I forgot why I was running. I didn’t care. It had to stop.
I didn’t want whatever was chasing me to end up consuming you, but it did.
And I was powerless to save you.
It’s all just a dream, but I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
i was given an exercise to practice writing a story using only a list. i kinda fudged it, but here it is.
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