Somewhere in between here and there is the last three years of my life, and in between now and the next three are the choices I’ll make once I finish this tea. And that’s terrifying.
Be brave. Take a chance. Smile.
I’m starting to think it is a good thing because if it doesn’t challenge you it won’t change you.
Right now I can’t really tell what color anything is. Break ups are hard. Everything is still moving, life is going, and I want to be fixed…but I can’t see color right now
I permitted my hand to reach for my phone before I hastily retracted it. I couldn’t reach for you. I acted as if you disappearing for weeks and reappearing with no explanation didn’t trouble me, didn’t make me feel inadequate
There is something admirable about the ones who wear their hearts on their sleeves. It is us who take in the world at its lowest, see it for what it is, and dare to love it anyway.
When your heart races and your knees get weak, forget about chill and be real to yourself. Don’t fight your feelings and don’t hide your true thoughts. Embrace them. Show them. Be vulnerable.
It’s a charade, an act that can go on and on for days, weeks, months, and years. And all you’re left with is all of these emotions that weigh in you every step of the way, waiting to defeat you at the finish line.
When you don’t say what’s bothering you, your partner will think you’re incapable of being bothered. It’s not that people never make you angry, it’s that you’re hesitant to show when you’re blatantly upset.
It has been said that it’s either you’re attracted to each other and then become just friends, or you’re only friends at first and then become attracted to each other. The boy-girl romantic attraction phase has come and passed, people. And we’re not going back.