This is freaking beautiful

In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You’re crashing and burning when life’s at its coldest Don’t fall too far from who you are

-I Prevail, Scars

I don’t know what to say, friend, but I’m holding you in my heart.

Nice try, Windows

I’ve found Brené Brown’s way of describing empathy, and imo answering this question, helpful:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HznVuCVQd10&t=89

Quality shitpost 👍🏻

Oh thank goodness it’s made it through the night out there. I hear nature abhors a vacuum

I was 42 years old when I finally gave myself permission to jusy wear my super comfy nursing sleeping bras all the time (I haven’t nursed for two years). It’s enough support for me (also top heavy) without any of the hastle that every mf bra has something that feels like torture.

It’s liberating.

This bit of poetry from Andrea Gibson (they):

I explain my gender by saying I am happiest on the road when I’m not here or there, but in between, that yellow line coming down the center of it all like a goddamn sunbeam.

Inaccurate. Three whole seconds is enough for a 3yo to find a saw, damage several pieces of furniture, get bored with the saw, find some paint, paint the aforementioned ruined furniture, also ruining most of the floor, get bored with the paint, and demand a grilled cheese.

Source: am parent