What happens when you love a specific person even more than your passion?
The woman I used to know was young and strong. She was wholesome and sweet around everyone. She was docile, and calm. She was soft and pretty. She always knew how to please everyone, and could give a serene comfort to those around her.
A good life is mostly figured out. No age will give you the answers. We will never have it all worked out.
Thanks, self-help, for ruining my life.
It was a warm January afternoon, the 29th to be exact, when we locked eyes at a local organic cafe. I briefly smiled.
I don’t know what is the big fuss about turning a quarter year old and why people are making it as if it is some kind of mark or checkpoint in life.
Love is something you discover when you’re chasing your passions, and too busy falling in love with yourself, with your life, with the things you do, to be looking for it.
This is the place where I finally found a home. This is the place where I got drunk, laughed, cried, and ordered pizza with my closest friends.
It’s okay to be scared. Being scared means we’re concerned enough to realize that there might be something wrong, that there might be something worth fixing.
Being left out blows, but the person who didn’t invite you to the thing is either not your friend or had a good reason not to invite you.