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I wish I could tell them about you. How you make me feel braver to face each day and to face the obstacles I place in mycown path. How you teach, challenge and encourage me to better myself. How you make me so happy with the simplest things. And how, even apart, I don’t feel alone at all because I know I have you.
I wish I could tell ‘em that. I wish I could borrow some of your courage right now and just spill.
Why am I holding back the truth? Becsuse I am scared, that’s why. Of facing all the questions and doubts they will throw at me alone… But I know. Sooner or later. Our truth will come out. And we will be ree. We will be happy. We will be beautiful.

The bigness of the world is redemption. Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary, but so is the other route of getting out of yourself, into the larger world, into the openness in which you need not clutch your story and your troubles so tightly to your chest.
Rebecca Solnit
It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
K.P.K (via epikhi)

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