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“I think I fall in love with people,
a little too much,
just in the way they sound at 4am
or how they look when they smile.
And it’s so addicting,
when their eyes light up,
because you’ve remembered something
they may have said.
I think I grow attached,
to people, who I know,
will leave.
But I can’t help it,
because I see all that you are,
when you don’t really see it yourself.
And sometimes I wonder how someone’s heart,
grows so cold,
and I think, that maybe it’s because
for a while, it was left out in the rain.
You know some days I struggle,
when there’s nothing left to say,
because I still don’t know how to convince you,
that out of everyone,
and all the ones that leave,
I’m always the one still standing there,
with an umbrella,
just big enough,
to cover your heart.”

– C.P

“You are still here

and I will remind
you of this
and again
and always
as long as you need
to remember.

You are still here.

You are still here
because of the echoing of heart
pounding blood
through veins made thin
by the force of want
and hurt
and need.

You are still here
because of breath
and lungs forced open
by icy cold
and air rattling
through chest
gasping from
the effort of moving
through this life.

You are still here
because of muscle
and sinew and bone
because of running for miles
because of wet clothes
and hot showers
and weary body holding safe
your gentle spirit.

You are still here
because of truth
flickering beyond the curtains
long drawn over your eyes.
Because of secrets kept and pain witnessed
and stories nestled deep.

You are still here
because of encroaching
and the exhaustion
as deep and brittle
and ancient as bones
returned to earth.

You are still here
because of letting the pieces fall
and gathering them up again
because of the collapse to the earth
and the return to your center.
Because of the silence inside of the primal and keening
moan that begins in the pit of  your stomach
and fills the universe with it’s lack of sound.
Because of the endless need
and the eventual satisfaction.

And yes, you are still here
because of shame
because of the parts that are
broken and patched
and the deep ache
that drives you to your knees.
Because even these things
require presence.

Yes, you are still here
because the pain reminds you
that you are
but this is not the sum of all
that I will help you remember.

You are still here
because of childish laughter
and pillow fights during snow storms
and fortune cookie wisdom
and the flutter of eyelashes against cheek.

You are still here
because of kisses
with strangers on street corners
and windblown hair
and the perfect
chocolate croissant
not yet tasted.

You are still here
because of skyscrapers
and down duvets
and pounding surf
and burning fevers
and books with delicate pages
that smell like a reminder of faith.

You are still here
because of the collision
of souls
and the way toothpaste makes
your mouth feel alive
and pennies tucked in pockets
on the luckiest of days
and the way your soul pounds
when the beat finds your hips.

You are still here
because of anticipation
and longing
and trust and truth
and mystery
because of what burns deep within you
and what you sense just beyond the veil

You are still here
you are always here
you will always be here

And one day you will know all this
and more
but until then
just remember that
I am here

to remind


You are still here.”

– Jeanette LeBlanc


“Life can be fucking hard. Month after slogging month. It’s relentless really. You are weary and worn down and exhausted. You wonder sometimes, will it ever ease up?


And then it does. Just like that. The exact thing you had been longing for, wrapped with a bow and delivered to your doorstep. Right when you least expected it. Right when you needed it most.


The sky clears. Burdens lift. Old, limiting stories are wiped out. Boom. Long dwelled upon fears rendered entirely obsolete. The universe smiles and says;

Here, take this. It’s for you. You’ve been so brave and so patient. I’ve been waiting for just the right time to give it.”


Game change moment. Things are possible today that were impossible yesterday. Anything could happen.

Perfection? Little chance.
A free ride? Certainly not.
Smooth sailing from here on out? Un-freaking-likely.


But still, in that moment, when the news is delivered. In that moment the sun is shining like possibility incarnate. You’re driving down the freeway with the windows down and your hair blowing crazy in the wind.

The song on the stereo is Hollywood soundtrack perfect for the moment. Like the universe dialed in the most utterly perfect setting just for this occasion. And then that one piece of news shifts your trajectory in an utterly essential way and you feel yourself settle into space just a little bit differently.


In that moment your eyes shine and your mouth curves in a smile. In that moment you let out a powerful exhale and speak some divine gratitude. In that moment, it is perfectly clear.

Anything could happen.  It can. And it will. And it does.


And there is nothing to say but thank you.”

Jeanette LeBlanc.


Jeg vet at du finnes. Et sted der ute; Der finnes du. Du som vil respektere meg for den jeg er. Du som vil oppmuntre meg til å være meg selv. Du som vil få meg til å føle meg så trygg i ditt nærvær at jeg vil tørre å slippe hemningene mine litt mer løs for hver dag som går; Tørre å befri meg selv, steg for steg, fra de enorme murene jeg med tiden har bygget rundt mitt eget hjerte; Tørre å rive meg litt mer løs fra min egen beskyttelse og vise deg mitt sanne jeg. Det ekte. Det usensurerte. Og du vil ikke la deg skremme.


Selv når jeg er på mitt verste, mitt mest sårbare, vil du fortsatt ikke la deg skremme; For i stedet for å glemme at du selv også har vært det i løpet av ditt eget liv, slik folk flest har lett for å gjøre, vil du huske. Du vil huske på at vi bare er mennesker, både du og jeg, og at livet ikke alltid kan være like rosenrødt. Du vil ha tro på meg, og du vil få meg til å tro helhjertet på ekte vennskap igjen; Få meg til å gi slipp på og glemme tanker som tilsier at det alltid vil ligge et svik å lure rundt ethvert dunkelt hjørne.


Du som aldri, ikke en gang i din aller villeste fantasi, ville kunne finne på å få meg til å føle meg like ubetydelig som et flyktig støvkorn, med hensikt. Du som i stedet for å få meg til å føle meg som et verdiløst menneske vil behandle meg ordentlig; På lik linje med alt og alle andre. Noe mer ønsker jeg meg ikke. Det er alt. Resten blir for meg bare bagateller; For vi trenger ikke å være likesinnede. Vi trenger ikke å ville det samme, like det samme, ønske det samme, tenke det samme, for vi kan lære av hverandre.


Hvem er du? Hvor er du? Hva gjør du? Hva tenker du? Hva føler du? Hva liker du? Hva får deg til å smile, gråte, le? Jeg vet at du finnes. Jeg bare vet det. Og jeg gleder meg til å møte deg – én vakker dag. Forhåpentligvis snart.

Du er vakrere enn du tror. // Husk på det. ♥


“This is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain and tears under their smiles, laughs and giggles all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their heart on their sleeve. The girls who pray that things will work out just once and they’ll be satisfied. The girls who scream and cry into their pillow because everyone else fails to listen. The girls who have so many secrets but won’t tell a soul.


The girls who have mistakes and regrets as a daily moral. The girls who never win. The girls who stay up all night thinking about that one boy and hoping that he’ll notice her one day. The girls who take life as it comes. To the girls who are hoping that it’ll get better somewhere down the road. To the girls who love with all their heart even though it always gets broken. To girls who think it’s over. To real girls, to all girls: You’re beautiful.” – Zayn Malik