permission to feel

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additionally, the content in this book is intended for a mature audience. this book discusses sex explicitly and often. please do not read if you are not mature enough to digest the sexual content (notice how I didn’t write an age, if you are a full-grown adult who is embarrassed by sexual content, please put this book down and do some introspection). I haven’t been crying as much as I did last year. my heart isn’t something that I have to drag around anymore. I no longer cry myself to sleep or long for the things that I cannot have. I am so much more content now. and sometimes it scares me to not cry. because two years ago, the tears felt like they were keeping me alive. when I cried, that was the only time I felt anything. I lived a numb life. and I survived. now I smile when I open my eyes. I remember to look up at the sky. I sip my coffee with gratitude. I let my emotions ebb and flow, and every. single. moment. I feel so alive. my heart is surrounded by golden armor. she is protected. she is fierce. she does not let anyone in. nobody gets to hold her. she wants to take off her armor, lose herself in your arms, but she keeps asking the mind for permission. and the mind keeps reminding her, that nothing lasts forever. so the heart sheds a tear and keeps her armor on, and turns you away because she is told to believe that this isn’t forever, but nothing is forever. that’s what makes life so magical and meaningful. the mind is so scared. the heart, a hopeless romantic. the soul, craving to feel:

Permission to Be (permission to feel) : North, Karlee R Permission to Be (permission to feel) : North, Karlee R

There are three parts: one for you, one for me, and one for us as a whole. The poetry tells the story of a person who falls in love with their best friend while simultaneously discovering who they really are. the coming to terms with being queer, both the experience and the realisation, as well as the acceptance that this may be her life. The fact that this collection of poetry may be read both as a story and as individual pieces is one of my favourite aspects of the book.this is a collection of poetry about love, loss, vulnerability, and connection. this book walks you through my personal journey of falling in love with my best friend and embracing my queer identity. this book talks about intimacy and teaches queer love and acceptance, through poetry. This put together book of separate journal entries/story/poems feels so personal, and like I’m just having a one on one conversation with the writer. It’s deep, it’s meaningful and it’s for anyone that has ever questioned their own sexuality. Or anyone that’s had days where they didn’t know their purpose, and they might need a little reminder that they matter.

permission to love: north, karlee rose: 9798415222797: Books

Also, if you’re not part of the LGBT community and fear you will not identify, just give it a try. I may not be part of the community but I had the chance to associate the authors feelings too much. Maybe not in my sexuality but in other aspects she describes clearly. i got this book because tiktok would not stop giving me videos about the poems and what it is about. with it being about friends falling out and then becoming loves, i related to this. i annotated this for my girlfriend and it was so easy to annotate the relatable content. this is the story of a girl who fell in love with her best friend- who then rejected her. so the girl spent the summer working on herself and exploring her sexuality…and then the friend confessed her love to the girl and then they took a chance on ruining their friendship to experience (potentially) what their love story could feel like. and now, the former best f; riends are queer lovers: navigating the ins and outs of being a queer couple and being in love.this is for you. in the moments you spent curled up in a ball on the floor of the shower, waiting for your lungs to catch up with your need for oxygen. on the nights when all that you felt was sadness, when even being numb was too hard. on the nights you felt so unimaginably alone, so disconnected from yourself. on the nights you needed to be held, but laid on the cold floor instead. on the nights when your only companion was the pain in the voices of those who sang the sad songs ringing through your headphones.