#thtgrlinbloom
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the kind of beautiful i want to be
“at first, i only wanted to be wildly beautiful in looks—but now, i want to be beautiful in how i stay,how i love, how i rise, how i bloom.” i only ever wanted to be beautiful in looks. it was the first kind of safety i recognized, the first kind of praise the world offered…
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you are the quiet kind of beautiful
“you are not beautiful because you are unbroken. you are beautiful because you stayed soft in the places life tried to ruin.” you. yes, you. the way you have carried your pain without turning it into harm. the way you have chosen healing over hiding, softness over silence. that is where your beauty begins. not…
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life, unedited: no ribbons. no resolve. just breath and becoming.
“life doesn’t always come with clarity or meaning. sometimes it’s just surviving the day, breathing through the static, and finding beauty in the smallest, quietest things. this isn’t about lessons—it’s about the sacred mess of still being here.” life doesn’t always arrive in poetry. sometimes it’s just—hard. not tragic, not dramatic. just the kind of…
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holy in my hunger: desire, reclamation, and the art of being mine again
i was taught to fear my body before i ever had the chance to feel at home in it. before i could name a boundary, i was told not to tempt one. before i understood hunger, i was told to swallow it whole. i learned early that being a girl meant being watched—and that being…
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born from the ache, built from the ash: the autobiography of thtgrl
“i am rage that still loves. softness that still fights. i am everything they tried to quiet, now amplified in ink.” i was not raised in safety. i was raised in silence, in rooms where softness was punished and survival became instinct. i was adopted at eight, already fluent in abandonment, already rewriting myself to…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 