Rituals

I wrote a post about beauty standards and self care a while back. About how I always felt the pressure to adhere to them. How I used to hate them, how I’ve learned to identify with some of them, trying to find a balance. I don’t think I ever really realized what I was trying to reach or to say with that piece. I knew that it wasn’t the ritual itself but the reason behind the ritual that mattered.

It’s the same with anything. Why are you eating? Is it because you’re hungry or bored? Why are you eating what you’re eating? Is it because you want to give yourself comforting nourishment or because you’re ready to give up and might as well eat garbage anyway?

Be Yourself

What are you waiting for?

What are you running from?

Why are you so scared to fight?

I know you’ll hurt the ones you love, but hun you’ll hurt them more if you don’t try.

If you stay put in your misery, you’ll drag them down with your own self defeat.

When they’re done hurting they’ll come cheer you on, and if they don’t, then they just weren’t meant to be around you.

Winter Blues is Coming

There’s a loneliness that comes with the cold.

Capital “C”

You ever just feel like a giant talking cunt?

It doesn’t matter what you say. It doesn’t matter what you want. It only matters what you can give them and do for them.

And nothing you do is going to change that: