Kendra Syrdal

You will always end up answering more questions about THEIR dating life than your own.

Let me be the Danny to your Sandy.

I’ve never touched your skin, but all I can thing about is the way your hands would feel all over me.

I stopped letting my pain follow me around like a shadow and filled my life with new people and a new place and said goodbye to my grief. I ripped off the mourning label and tried my best to redefine myself as a girl who never needed you.

“He was bad in bed. And not willing to get better. #bye.”

“When you stop choosing to give your love to someone, it’s unsalvageable.”

Can you hang out sober and still have just as much fun?

Here’s to the girls who can’t be tamed. Who are absolutely not concerned with fitting into a box just because a boyfriend or a girlfriend or society has told them it’s where they belong.

#LoveisLove

She survived. She did. But the thing about trauma, is that even when it is over it never really goes away.

Darling, there’s nothing about us that should add up to love so why, why am I standing here with my heart in my hand so desperately hoping you take it?

I’m done pretending like I don’t miss you, just because somewhere along the line, someone decided I wasn’t supposed to.