๐ This Week in Words

Some things fade.
Some things stay.
These were a few that stayed.
~Links to the weekโs posts in the first comment~

Some things fade.
Some things stay.
These were a few that stayed.
~Links to the weekโs posts in the first comment~
I put the lid back on the peanut butter without thinking about it.Didnโt sigh. Didnโt narrate it to myself.Didnโt analyze it.Did the thing and moved on.Cleaned the spoon and got on with the day. Just noticed afterwardsโHuh. Iโm probably okay today.
Beautiful line. Mildly alarming romantic imagery. If I saw you gazing at the stars with awe, I think Iโd become at least a little envious of the sky. But honestly? I just like the idea of being the man who actually pays attention. The man who appreciates your beautyโseeing the human, sure, but also seeing…
๐ฆ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ณ๐๐น, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ.But, perfection isnโt the absence of missing things.Itโs the presence of what is, that matters.๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ .
Some women see stillness and assume it means heโs waiting.For her. For a sign. For permission.But stillness can be motionโjust internal.๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.๐๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ.
Itโs a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.
Can a man touch his feelings? Sometimes we touch them all too well.Sometimes we don’t know how to tell. Some silence comes from peace.Some silence comes from fearthat sharing our burdens burdens her. To an outside observer,these silences feel alike.A man can become very skilledat making them look the same. One way to know may…