You’re comfortable being brutally honest.
Travel is always worthwhile.
Checking your voicemail causes a strange panic inside you. CAN’T YOU JUST TEXT ME?
Dear lost girls, my warriors in shades of “I’m not good enough.” You are more than enough.
I had to interrupt him. I was too curious. I thought I would die if I didn’t ask.
Your hands didn’t even tremble as you flung me in purgatory.
Snuggle into another cause this one is mine. And you’ve kept it warm for me.
My heart is on the edge from being so full. I cannot tell if I am crying from laughter or from loving you so much.
Because that’s what happens when you allow others to dictate your worth — it will kill you.
It’s a bizarre thing to think about, but horrible sadness can actually remind you how loved you truly are.