If there is magic in the world, I think it comes in the moments exactly like this one.
I will buy the cheapest urn because I do not plan on keeping you. No, I don’t want you to be kept anywhere ever again. I plan on breaking you open. I will separate you into bags. I will bring you places. I will show you the world you never got to see.
Love and desire are opposing forces, a paradox in which only one can live.
I remember when I used to abhor routine, when waking up before 9am was a form of torture I only subjected myself to for early flights or hungover stumbles to the kitchen for water.
I am not the girl who needs you.
You must love yourself to ensure you never settle.
I hope that one day “religious freedom” isn’t used as an excuse to deny basic human rights to the LGBT community.
Dichotomized concepts such as these designed for control were manufactured here on this planet and that is where they will stay.
In our not too distant past, European rail defined “freedom” for many travelers.
It’s that time of year again. Millions of college-bound kids are getting ready for the fresh taste of freedom. They’re packing their bags, taking their last high school road trips, and filling their Pinterest boards with dorm inspiration.