Words of love for you~

Following the words shared on the last post, one of the things that are really important to live as a human being is not only hope but i believe, also, love. Specially self love, or at least self tolerance. It's not about "if you don't love yourself how do you expect to love somebody else" said in Raul Pauls drag race but more about "Understanding yourself is power, loving yourself is freedom and forgiving yourself is peace." kind of understanding. Love is what makes our lives bareble despite the suffering. Is to be able to see uniqueness in oneself. You are one and only in the entire universe, both incredibly alone and incredibly special. To see your body as a safe place and not a nightmare trying to become a dream. So here are a few words of love for thyself:

“In a society that profits from self doubt, liking yourself is the most rebellious act.”
“You are enough ho”
“Self care is creating a life you don’t routinely have to escape from”
“You’re gonna be okay ho”
“sappho, fragment 83: love, lay me down under grass & sunlight, and touch me [right here] and here and here, where the ache & hurt have gone to nest. [(now again)] my fingers will find yours, tangle & sweeten the air, and the birds will cry [for] us alone.”
“might fuck around and stop letting fear dictate my entire existence”
“would your sixteen your old self be proud of you? I’m not trying to impress a mentally ill child”

“part of accepting youself completely is reframing your mind to make it about you, so that “will they like me?” turns into “will I like them?” and “did they like what I said?” turns into “did I say everything I wanted to say” Everything you do should ultimately be brought on by what you think is important and by what you want. Not by what you think will be most accepted or most liked.”
“You will get farther in one week paying close, nonjudgemental attention to the unmet needs underlying your “bad” behaviour than you will in a year of punishing yourself and demanding you become a different person. I’m right shut up.”

Now some words from me is to listen to your own voice, how do you speak to yourself, how do you react to things, what do you like, how do you observe the world, think of it critically and softly, breathe lots and spend time alone with you, feel your body from nose to shoulders and hand and fingers, look at your hands, you have hands? Cool. You don’t? look somewhere else you have? You don’t eyes, listen then.
The weird ability to move, sense, without ever giving a command, this makes you flabbergast doesn’t it? Like what the fuck? How? How is this body doing this? Are you calmer now though? When you isolate you perception of the world and see these hands in front of you, the hands of a mere mortal, going through ups and downs, so small and so big, you are fine now, only you and your senses. You’ve gone through something similar before, after all you are reading this, the mere ability to read was conquered by you. Life was always going to be this chaotic and you will always be you, despite time and age, your body will still fight for you - even if it’s dumb sometimes - And I do believe, this cute vessel of yours, in this complex world of ours, is forever undeniably, worthy of love. - inspired by the Midnight Gospel animation.

Now take this playlist and go relax motherfucker: