I am Not Here to be Liked. I Am Here to be Love.

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People pleasing is not my reason for existence.

Being liked will not sustain me. 

My soul thirsts for more.

She thirsts for substance & the spitting hot danger of truth. 

Because I am not here

To be liked, to be approved of, to be a carbon copy of glossy magazine perfection & make others happy as I recklessly abandon myself. 

I am not here to be frothy, appealing and cute

I am not here to be liked at all, 

I am here to

Be

Love. 

Yes, to be love---

To radiate truth from my fingertips like paint. 

To speak utterly honestly, even when that feels like complete shit. 

I am here to feel. To rip open my heart. To taste all of life course through my veins like a tumultuous sea of rubies. To feel the hot breath of the universe tickle & whisper in my ear. 

I am here to dive deep. To taste the molten core of my writhing darkness, to dance with my demons and rise like the fierce falcon I really am.

I am here to learn, to grow, to struggle, to fuck up sometimes and be as achingly real as possible.

I am not here to be liked. 

I am not here to be sweet and appealing and cute

People pleasing is not my reason for existence. Being liked will not sustain me. 

My soul thirsts for more.

She thirsts for substance & the spitting hot danger of truth...

I am here to be love. 

I am here to move mountains through the rivers of words and streams of letters that pour through me like a hurricane

I am not here to be liked.

I am here here to be love. 

Playing small, hiding? 

There is no such thing anymore.

I am here to be love...

 

photo: author's own.