The people we love who leave us (or who we leave) often give us a clearer view of ourselves, whether we acknowledge it or not.
I was too scared to let my vulnerabilities show. And I feel like that’s what he needed to see most.
You guided me in the right direction, but you didn’t hold my hand. You told me it was okay to cry, but you didn’t wipe my tears.
There is a critical moment that must come in every person’s life—particularly when we’re young. It’s a painful moment, but a necessary one.
We get one life to live and we get to choose how we fuck it up. But we also get to choose how we make it better and how we make the lives around us better.
More often than not, when I open my computer to a new document, I instantly feel my mind transporting myself back to darker days.
When I turned eighteen, I met a guy with beautiful eyes and broad shoulders.
No one starts a beginning with an end in mind…