I recently put myself first, and it was hard. It still is. Stepping out of something that is comfortable for something that makes you feel alive, is scary, but I promise you, worth it ❤️
The second edition of my book "Soft Thorns" is now available at the link in bio, Urban Outfitters and Barnes and Nobles worldwide! ♥ bridgett xo
1,919133 hours ago
My mother always told me that crying cleanses the soul, and for years growing up I held onto that sensitivity until I didn’t anymore. Because I couldn’t anymore. And I resented being so soft in a world that was so hard. I had gone through many traumatic incidents that my heart no longer wanted to feel. I became numb. Cold. Hard. My armour was too strong, my walls were too high. Its taken some years and lots of healing and lots of reflection to get to where I am today. I’m so much more in tune with my emotions and intuitive with my surroundings and experiences. I’ve learnt to feel and be okay with feeling. To sit in the uncomfortable and make myself comfortable. To freely surrender and cry. To honour myself that much cause I would honour anyone else in their pain. So if you’re holding onto something today, that’s been weighing you down, it’s cause of all the tears you’re bottling in is drowning to come out. Cry and let it out. Cleanse your soul. You will thank you. 💧
2,474144 hours ago
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Tell yourself this everyday. It should be a constant reminder so that you take care of yourself. It’s important that you do, because no one can take care of yourself properly, other than you. You don’t need others to rely on, don’t allow yourself to survive by relying on others because that will result in disappointment. Therefore, my advice would be to love yourself and become enough for yourself 🙏🏽
when i say I'm incomplete,
I don't mean
an incomplete life;
I'm death's daughter
who died in death's own womb,
so you see
I'm just looking for mother,
I'm just craving home.
I see all these faces here,
I don't know what the romans do in rome.
I'm not a phone call abruptly cut,
I'm a confession typed out
in a text
which gets wiped in my sweat.
i scream on your faces,
I don't romanticise pain
that's a craft disdainfully vain.
the sun doesn't light up the moon,
the moon choses to lick it's light
on her own face like a veil
i am just water,
i could be moulded,
so pain picks me
as his favourite doll,
he's a ugly spoilt kid,
with ignorant parents;
he likes to control
he snaps my neck,
i gasp for breath
sometimes it's so tight
I can't even drop a tear
for empathy to be blown at me.
when he gets saturated
of my shrieks,
he throws me away
in the darker side of the room,
where i hear smiles
in stealthy creaks. - meenal
"Я твой" кричали те глаза,
Что в глубину души смотрели
В них золото,в них бирюза
В них все о чем мечтать не смели
Два сердца,две родных души
Сливаются слезой и счастье
Постой,ты только не спеши
Пролить дождём в ненастье
Слова напрасные о том,
Что может быть как прежде
Мы все узнаем лишь потом
Рождённые в надежде
И пеленой судьбы укрыты
Чуть ближе так случайно
"Я твой" слова те не забыты
Простой известной тайны...® #misheldar#стихи#моистихи#поэзия#poems#lyrics#lines#ятвой#любовь#lines#words#verses#poem#poetry
Tiny raindrops can make
The mightiest sees tremble
That’s exactly what you do
To my inebriated heart
Tomorrow is just another ludicrous fantasy
Knocking at the doors of my malleable mind
Echoing each word your breath rustled callously;
Im aware of all the sad endings
Yet, I drown in this transitory ecstasy
Letting all my fears elope
Despite knowing that there’s nothing more devastating
304 minutes ago
Si todo tiene un principio
ha de tener un final.
El alba busca el ocaso
el rio corre hacia el mar.
Yo que la amo en silencio
quisiera poder gritar.
El perfume de las flores
me regala una caricia,
como la brisa del viento
me abraza cada día,
como las olas del mar bailan
dulcemente su melodía,
así como en el ocaso el mar
y el cielo se besan cada día.
Morir de otoño o primavera, apenas doblar la frente, mientras en lo oscuro una germinación salva y sostiene
la mentira incesante de la vida…
¡Poco quiero indecisos equinoccios, pérfida primavera dilatoria!
Morir de pie, mordiendo la naranja henchida de estío, o en los dientes la nieve de la sidra, y asumirlas. ¡Marzo fluvial, olvídame en tu paso!
Yo no quiero morir de lluvia y hojas con altos torbellinos, entre cierzos.
Más bien de amor por el verano izándose sobre su acre premura acariciante; o sin sangre, absorbido por la noche
de una fría columna enlunecida,
solo y sin voz, apenas una pausa en la perfecta vanidad del cielo.
~JULIO CORTÁZAR~ #flowers#flowerstagram#spring#picoftheday#instagram#margarita#vivalavida#color#nature#natureporn#likeforlikes#followforfollowback#instagay#poem#poetry
1707 minutes ago
Globally, as many as 38% of murders of women are committed by a male intimate partner. 38%...... Source:
It is very important to maintain a dialogue with children and teens about friendship dynamics and feelings to ensure that your child is well and happy. It also provides a teaching opportunity in terms of building coping skills, discussing social strategies, conflict resolution ideas and empathy.
This poignant poem written by a tween informs on the pain of adolescent group dynamics. Perfect description of the angst of being caught in the middle of a friend conflict.
As I close my eyes, my mind spins,
I curl up in a ball, desperate for comfort,
I look around for help, and find none,
This new life, caught in between, I hate,
The one where people turn backs and betray,
Where people do things just to spite their ‘friends’,
Spread rumours, tell lies behind backs,
“OMG can you believe that she did that!”
“She’s so rude, how dare she”
I sit down, right in the middle,
She looks at me from one side, pleading,
The others, speaking bad about her,
And me, just stuck in between.
Caught in the spider's web, just like a fly.
In between two armies.