Tag: letting go
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The magic in the danger
I was thinking about how my mom doesn’t understand parts of me, and how it hurts that some of the best things about me she will never understand. But at the same time we do share great memories. There are some things she gives me and not others. Sometimes it hurt to think I was…
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Who?
They asked me ‘who?’ And I said, everybody. The rich and the poor The beautiful and the ugly The strong and the weak The sophisticated and the simple
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Todo lo que sabes
Me dijiste tu nombre Me dijiste cómo te rompieron, cómo te hicieron mal tú me dijiste que conocías el amor y que me mostrarías cómo sanar Dijiste que resucitarías a los muertos en tres días Así que esperé Noventa y nueve días y noventa y nueve noches Me dijiste que era tu solPero desaparezco en…
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Love always feels like acceptance
Everyone has two eyes, a nose, a mouth, a neck, two hands. There’s something similar and universal about being human. And when you love yourself, everyone loves themselves the same, with the same quality of love and the experience is the same, I believe. The circumstances may be infinitely different, but the experience of loving…
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Needy
I was thinking about how I had this rejection wound from my father and the thought of dating someone in a real way made me terrified of rejection. I was trying to help myself face this, I had enough self esteem to know that it’s possible I won’t be rejected but also I couldn’t self…
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Animal dreams
You can judge me, but judgement is a kind of fantasy. You’re living in a fantasy that my world is different from your world, how the things I’m afraid of would somehow be less scary to you in your world. That the same monster is a different monster and A is not A. My world,…
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Not me
I remember getting an A for the first time in grade 4, and it felt so amazing that I started to be addicted to achievement. My brother came in my room and wanted to play but I yelled at him to go away because I wanted to study to achieve more because that was the…
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Here
I’m on the balcony of an Airbnb in San José, Costa Rica. The breeze is cool, the sky is blue, low mountains with villages in the backdrop of a half modern, half rustic, but socially progressive Latin American country. It’s the eve of the age of Aquarius. My landlord came to check if I was…
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