The universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.
BRIANNA PASTORThe universe hears what you say, but it knows what you mean.
BRIANNA PASTORI am not supportive not fond of nor proud of my self-abuse. I carry untold debt to my soul. It is the least I can do, to be gentle with it.
BRIANNA PASTORI take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.
BRIANNA PASTORAnd who will advocate for me? Me. Even when it feels lonely. Lonely is where we grow the most.
BRIANNA PASTORAnd what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.
BRIANNA PASTORI must be worth something if my heart thinks so.
BRIANNA PASTORMaybe I am something special but nothing spectacular.
BRIANNA PASTORIt’s hard to know who I am when who I am always swallows me whole.
BRIANNA PASTORI’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.
BRIANNA PASTORWe only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.
BRIANNA PASTORI am hell-bent on loving my hell.
BRIANNA PASTORThere is a certain peace in privacy.
BRIANNA PASTORYour love is only as good as your intention.
BRIANNA PASTORDo you see who I am beyond your judgment? I lay with my core, and there is a force in there.
BRIANNA PASTORI am a safe space for myself.
BRIANNA PASTORI can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.
BRIANNA PASTOR