It’s the easiest thing in the world to get so caught up in the moment that you start to see magic where it doesn’t exist.
There are some habits that are just so damn hard to break, and love is quite possibly the hardest of them all.
I’ve become someone who is equal parts soft hearted, hard edges, and thick skin.
This is what he didn’t want you to know: you scared the shit out of him. But not for the reasons that you think.
When you’re the one that everybody runs to, you start to feel this overwhelming pressure to stand still.
Your dreams won’t all come true at once, but with patience you will start to find the missing pieces of your puzzle in places you never even thought to look.
“Please don’t tell me that being single in my twenties is like having the golden ticket to freedom. Don’t pretend that you envy me because I don’t have anybody to answer to. “
Our generation is riddled with indifference. Nobody wants to be the one who cares too much, so we act like we don’t care about anything at all.
I miss my innocence. I miss feeling invincible. There is a small part of me that will always be frozen in time at fifteen, praying that things will turn out differently. I am still learning to be okay with that.
The truth is, these prophetic heroes are few and far between. There is no beauty to be found in sadness. Running back to the things that cause us pain isn’t brave; it’s reckless.