Are we supposed to rise with all the emotions we chose to let each other see and set with all the feelings we’re too afraid to tell?
My alcohol tolerance has reached a new high but the only thing I found at the bottom of every bottle was yearning and missing you.
I know I’ll survive. I’ll find my way out of it. I will end up fine. But sometimes I just want it to be ok that I’m so fucking mad.
I believe in falling for people too quickly. I believe in saying what you feel when you feel it, instead of trying to push aside genuine emotion.
Often, the best way to help someone is not to make them feel “better,” but to help them feel “lighter.”
Those stains are still there; twenty-three dollar mascara doesn’t wash out well.
After 6 years, I went back to see you and hoped we could start all over again. And when I saw you, a bullet pierced through my chest because I saw you, with him and you handed me a letter written: “Wedding Invitation.”
If I can tell my children to read one post of mine, it would be this post.
He’s not afraid to show how much he loves and cares for you. You know that he loves you deeply and unconditionally.
Please bear with me in a lot of things as I am not easy to be with, but I also promise you tons of things.