When somebody shows me their heart I only love them deeper, and in this moment I am not afraid to like you first.
Interns make great prescription drug mules.
When I stop calling your name, when I stop praying, please don’t hate me for it, find ways to bring me closer to you again softly and gently.
Still not sure why bad things happen to good people in airports and theaters and schools and dance clubs.
I have something that is the key to opening this magical door of recovery: hope. I have hope.
We can control the hope that we carry within our bones and our bloodstream. And we can try to smile. Despite the sadness, despite the tears, despite the deaths, and despite the tragedies. We can try our hardest, to just keep believing. And to try to be happy, despite the darkness.
You’re allowed to believe in yourself — despite the past that haunts you with ghosts you wish you could forget. Despite the people who tell you won’t amount to anything. Despite the individuals who spit words at you, begging you to trip over yourself. And despite all the whispers in your head that tell you that maybe all of those people are right.
You are you – strong, smart, and courageous because you wake up in the morning and put your feet on the ground and tell yourself you can make it through the day.
Everything is uncertain at first glance but the uncertainties of this life are what bring us to our knees and raise us to the tip of our toes.
I lay there and wonder why in gods name I am dreaming of you for you are not mine to dream over.