It turns out heaven is a two-bedroom apartment off the corner of North 4th and Nottingham, your body the Garden of Eden reconstructed so many years after we bit that damn apple to its core.
In the years after you left, the kingdom of my heart frosted over the empires of affection fell to ashes and your absence twisted into a forest that thickened through the silence my bloodstream, pines of longing stretching darkly towards…
Ted And Robin You still have feelings for your first love. And secretly, you hope that it’s mutual.
Type 8 – You constantly suspect the worst in people, which ends up bringing out the worst in people.
ESFP: Hangs up mistletoe. Tries to ‘accidentally’ catch their office crush under it all night.
Listen, you’re a grown-ass adult. You know it. We know it. You live on your own. You pay all your bills.
INFP: Your mind is quite possibly one of the most fascinating and entertaining places on earth.
ENFJ: Nobody is judging you as harshly as you are judging yourself.
Whatever we miss most about a person who has left us is almost always the thing that we need to cultivate inside of ourselves.
If being young is about exploring, than perhaps growing up is about flourishing.