Life

The Soft Girl

And when I’m the soft girl

the world can no longer hurt me.

Because even soft girls can roar.

Even soft girls can look to the sky

and laugh away the angry grey.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

For some reason this reminded me of Monsters Inc – and the discovery that happiness is so much more powerful than fear.

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