Raise your hand if you used to belt this song as a small child and only now realize how inappropriately sexual it is. ✋✋
Letting go may not be an easy process (I should know), but when we force ourselves to keep what does not serve us anymore, we start to feel stagnant and trapped. It falls on our shoulders like a heavy weight. Closure, which we often have to give to ourselves, is far out of reach.
When you approached me, my first thought was, I hate his sweatshirt.
When people talk about visiting a place they might say it was awesome, or really colorful or something, but most of the time they don’t mention how their legs ached from walking fifteen miles in one day. How the seagulls called to one another or how lanterns swung back and forth overhead in the warm summer breeze along narrow foreign streets.
It is hard to know what the future holds; where we will be years from now. What I do know is that the well-known saying, “Home is where the heart is,” rings truer and truer to me as each year passes.
i was so used
to me reminding myself
that i shouldn’t say too much
If I could freeze frame what happiness looks and feels like, it would be March 17, 2014.
It’s always Why Georgia playing in the car.
I would say, maybe we would’ve worked out in another timeline
Where the universe was more certain of us.
You remembered him like it was serenity. You stop in your tracks, gaze at the sky, smiling as you begin to close your eyes; then you breathe — like it was your first.