“It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.”
Our soles are worn and damaged, but they run on. For the souls of 4.15.13
Our Boston. May we never forget those who we have lost & how one day changed our lives forever. May we continue to support eachother as we grow and heal.
I am forever grateful to wake up every morning and have another day to live, even more so when I wake up in my city, Boston.
You know an era is about to end, but you know it must have been so good because I’d be willing to rewind and do everything the exact same way all over again. No regrets.