☀️Sol ☀️
I'm a total piece of antisocial shit with a gay ass blog follow if you like dogs💕
And ladies and gents we’ve come to the the end of a cycle! My icon from middle school (before I had colored hair) has finally came back to actually looking like me. I haven’t worn my hair short, natural and with bangs in at least 10 years. Same icon for the past 10 years. Now that’s dedication for you.
Will the ache in my heart ever stop?
Growing up is hard and confusing. But i think what it means is fixing the child you that got hurt. It means taking the wrong or the right paths. It’s about crying because things are just a the thought of change is daunting. Growing up is when you realize your siblings aren’t toddlers anymore and they have lives as you do. It’s accepting that you can’t change the past, you can only let it guide you to the next point. It’s admitting you went down the wrong route. Growing up is being the adult you needed as a child. I’m growing up to be the person child me would have been proud of and felt safe with.
This could be the most important post I’ve ever shared. Please Share it with anyone who is or might be going through this terrible disease.
https://twitter.com/ItsMa____/status/1345432772538724355?s=19
My mom has fairly severe respiratory issues and is recovering from joint replacement; her PT told her the same info about sleeping/sitting positions and how they impact the lungs. Fascinating.
“All the love you have given to the wrong people—it will find its way back to you.”
