Take chances. Believe that things can work out. Even if they don’t, at least you tried.
I don’t consider my life poetic but if I did, this would be the opening stanza.
We both had to get new sheets after that summer because they were all stained with fruit juice, wine, sweat, and summer could’ve/would’ve/should’ves.
If you can’t handle the truth, you can’t handle me.
It’s not something you could ever swallow, is it?
Because you have a dog who has so much life left to be lived.
You deserve to forgive yourself for the things you got wrong.
When you’re complicit in allowing toxicity to continue, you’re just as bad as the person shrugging their shoulders and saying, “Welp guess another line got blurred!”
Your skin is the biggest organ on your body, and you should invest time and money into taking care of it.
Waiting for a magical moment or destiny or for things to just serendipitously fall into place is a lazy way of saying, “I don’t feel like making this work or happen myself.”