affirm daily: i love me. i love myself. i love who i am. i love who i was. i love who i am becoming. i honor myself. i respect myself. i value myself. i am my own greatest gift. i am grateful for this life and all i experience. i love me.
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A friend once said “anxiety leave me alone”
Somehow that felt profound to me, cause I also would very much like to be left alone.
I like to think to myself that my mind is an interesting place, I laugh nowadays when my mind conjures something that we need to be afraid and I think to myself like really, a new one? And chuckle a little.
I think making fun of myself makes me feel like I am more in control.
It really does help.
I walked past a old neighborhood and I felt so much nostalgia for a time that was past and I wondered if I fully understood what I had in that moment or maybe it was just practice
Musings part 209
Is loving a part of hurting or is hurting a part of loving
We meet someone who makes us smile and happy and excited but they also make us sad, hurt and upset
It’s like a dance between two souls, is it a forever dance? Where we find each other and do the dance in every single life time?
Or is this life time sadly not the forever after one but the dance one
I’ll never know, all I know is, in every moment that I am not with you, I long to be.
They taught us to be quiet about it. To cross our legs. To hide our hunger. To feel shame for the fire that lives between our thighs.
They whispered that good girls don’t touch themselves. That women who love sex are dirty. Easy. Wrong. But they forgot something.
Sex is power. Sex is healing. Sex is fucking holy.
When I touch myself, I’m not being selfish— I’m remembering I’m alive. When I moan, it’s not sin—it’s release. It’s prayer. It’s worship. It’s a woman choosing herself.
I love sex. I love pleasure. I love the wild, untamed, wet, shivering truth of my body.
And there is no shame in that. Not anymore. Not here. Not in this temple I call me.
— Seraphine 💋🔥💦
Source: kitten.foster.corner
I genuinely think pictures are weird
However they are a deliberate way to keep memory, to remember and being intentional about remembering because forgetting is very easy
Forbidden whack-a-mole
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An aerial view of one of the busiest cities in West Africa, Lagos, Nigeria
Photographed by Wale Adebisi [@waleadebisiphotography]
I don’t write great poetry but I write and they make life feel a little less heavy
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