Nutmeginit - Meghan

How many times have I looked in the mirror and cursed this body. That was molded from my mother’s. That was sculpted by my story.

How many times have these hands prodded and poked. At skin that was just breathing. At a body that was just living.

- All My Girlhood.

rb if you’re a bi bitch who loves carbs

Detail : Spring Scattering Stars, 1927, by Edwin Blashfield.

Pretty in pink💕🌸🌷

whats the meaning of life? son, its those little tiny pumpkins. the ones that are mad small.  you know the ones i mean. 

I didn't write this, but very touching.💔

— You Don’t Just Lose Someone Once —

You lose them over and over,

sometimes many times a day.

When the loss, momentarily forgotten,

creeps up,

and attacks you from behind.

Fresh waves of grief as the realisation hits home,

they are gone.

Again.

You don’t just lose someone once,

you lose them every time you open your eyes to a new dawn,

and as you awaken,

so does your memory,

so does the jolting bolt of lightning that rips into your heart,

they are gone.

Again.

Losing someone is a journey,

not a one-off.

There is no end to the loss,

there is only a learned skill on how to stay afloat,

when it washes over.

Be kind to those who are sailing this stormy sea,

they have a journey ahead of them,

and a daily shock to the system each time they realise,

they are gone,

Again.

You don’t just lose someone once,

you lose them every day,

for a lifetime.

—

Annie Spratt