You have set fire to my world. A fire that consumes every fiber of my body, a heat that is blissfully warm but never scorches or scars, a flame that never dies.
A woman in her certainty is a force to be reckoned with. We are comfortable with our path and stay true to our course. We also know right from wrong and are equipped to fight for it.
I want to be a person who forgives – who looks at the reasons why she hurts and lets them go because there is only so much we should carry every day.
He was in love with the thrill, and the spark in my eyes. But I wasn’t the moment for him, I was only a part of it. When that ended, so did I.
When you care, you’re never just “making rich people richer.” You’re changing the world.
Promise that you’ll seek happiness, and be happiness.
It’s not just your body. Or your relationship. Or your job. It’s your soul that just doesn’t feel right.
The crazy girl is insanely passionate and doesn’t love by half-measures. Wether it’s a project, a subject, a place or the people in her tribe, if she loves something she loves it silly, throwing herself into it head-first.
How does that make sense? We no longer live in an era where physical labor is something the majority of workers do, so how is physical exhaustion the sign of a job well done?
In conversations with many of my peers, there’s an unsettling notion that to find a lasting partner, we must choose someone that is practical. Someone that your pragmatic mind would opt for. But what good does that really do?