Kirsten Corley

I was reminded that kisses weren’t contracts and I shouldn’t believe what a guy says in bed because he’ll tell you anything.

You were my first love and without your permission or your consent you lived forever within me altering my definition of the way I perceive everyone in my future.

Breakdowns remind us of who we are at our worst, but they also give us a chance to see who accepts us at the points when we aren’t ourselves.

Let me be the first to tell you I wish I wasn’t like this. But I’ve come to learn that there are some parts to ourselves we can’t choose.

It’s looking at your reflection and wishing you saw someone worthwhile looking back at you. Wishing you could love yourself the way others do.

I called it an almost relationship. My friends called it a booty call. I called it love. My friends called me crazy.

Everyone has that one person they can’t quite turn their back on.

I love you are three words that just don’t seem to captivate what it is I feel. Because you’re more than just someone who makes me feel safe. You’re this place that feels like home.

Because the only thing scarier than getting it wrong, is getting it so right you suddenly have something to lose.

We allow love to consume us and trick us in a way into thinking this sort of thing is normal.

Depression lies and here’s why you shouldn’t believe it.

You deserve kissing without asking. Because they want to.