Every woman’s body is beautiful and unique in its own way. There’s not one standard of beauty in this world.
I wish I had called. I wish I had kept in touch.
Getting caught up in a relationship is so easy — before you know it, months have passed since you saw your friends.
You get to embark on the journey of finding, or re-finding, hobbies that you love.
The path to success is never easy — not for anyone. So let’s finally let go of that notion, because if you buy into that idea, you’ll never achieve anything.
How does one grieve a person who is still here? Where are the words for losing someone that’s still alive?
If we choose to label people, we are setting them into narrow constraints.
Does small talk really help us get to know the person?
Putting someone on a pedestal is making them into this grandiose idea of a person.
I’ve only been a ghostee once in my life, and it sucked a lot.