Romancing the aether. If soul mates are just little parts of the big bang that are meandering their way back.  Knowing everyone is just a little remix of what they came across up to that point... then maybe when you meditate and be one with the universe you're just allowing everything to reorganize back to it's natural space. Telling everyone that their learned fears and hatred are not necessary... we're all fragile little bits of stardust trying to find where we fit again. If you give love, and understand that we all just want to survive, feel happy and loved... then it's so much easier to abandon all these unnecessary negatives we have collected. Fall in love with everything and nothing. Be appreciative of the space between.

I feel like I was painted with brushes stained with colors left behind by previous lovers.

Just queenin'
sittin on my throne makin' dukes,
servin' up the saddest soft serve you EVER heard,
PRETTY BIRD - ****!

An ex once told me he'd murdered before,
and not all the bodies had been found,
To which I retorted, "Don't threaten ME with a good time -
I can't wait to be six feet underground."

Don't forget yourself.
We can't lose you now.
You do what humans do
Exist with all the capacity of self
Fulfill your soul contract
Only you know what it says.
It is time... here and now
Life signed it. You either fulfill it in life or hopefully perpetuate the legacy post mortem
Be yerself. Come thru. Go fill your body and be real with experiences. New world. New world!!!
Peace from peices, message from mess and order from the disorder. Kintsukurooiiiii
... is now dude.
See through your eyes, feel the sensations through every ounce of you, the music is calling and the scents fill you with sense of self
Not later. Manifest reality. Regain control of perspective.
This is yours. This is ours.

Health comes from self actualization, deep breaths, it's okay to be in your body.
You are a powerful being who is allowed their own brilliant being to shine.
Your arms have great length and your hands are capable. Don't forget yourself.

We need you.

Do what your heart tells you  follow your gut. Access the fullest parts of your mind. Full lungs. You take care of that magnificent being of yours.

Becoming yourself is hard, but we need the fullest form of your beauty and might.

Create the universe we need.
Listen to what the ancestors say.
Anchor the light.
Know what is right.
Be that babe. Fight fight fight!

Thanks for being you.

Hearts keep breaking, illnesses keep taking our loves away, nobody's here to stay. We keep on chuggin, sportin mean muggin, keeping woes at bay, isn't that the way? </3

Check into self. Check in often. Mind. Body. Spirit. Every ounce. At first it feels weird, honouring your sadness or pain. Feeling it out. Letting it be normalized and pass through you. Analyze the cause, realize the wound... figure out how to fix it. It might not mean right away... but you learn. Every day. Little by little. You figure it the **** out. It means letting yourself cry, fully and earnestly. It means paying attention to cause and effect. Learning your body, your needs, your wants. You get through it. You survive another challenge and the truly wise prevent themselves from having to relearn the lesson time and time again. Loving yourself isn't easy, especially when you know your own flaws... but you can. It means putting up appropriate boundaries - not barriers, yet still remaining open and vulnerable. It means taking care of your core - maintaining health, habits and the hierarchy of needs. It means growing the **** up and facing the truth of the situation and doing what you need to in order to work with it. Creatively problem solving my way through the muck and the mire. Welcome to Adulthood, *****. No matter if the sun is shining, or the rain is storming... if the world can't figure out if it's burning away, crumbling apart or drowning... you do your best. Lessgo!