I wonder what life might be. What we could create. What would happen if we felt all we spoke and took a chance. If we gave space to the potential we feel. If we allowed the vacancy to be filled. What could we become?
Stop blaming everyone else for your life. Life isn’t out to get you, you’re not a victim; there’s nothing special about you that the world conspires against only you. So if you’re happy staying where you are than own that- but stop blaming the world for your current reality.
I am tired of sex. I am tired of the disconnect it has become.
I am tired of conforming. Of people changing, adapting, shrinking who they are to fit an ideal set by society. I don’t want to date ten of your friends; I want to know you- the you that is real behind closed doors, the you you are afraid to be seen.
When you miss him, ask yourself what you’re really missing. Is it really him?
We are all here for one reason, to grow. So please stop apologizing for it.
You are our light when everything is dark, our comfort when we feel alone, our reassurance when our worlds are caving in.
Your legs, they hold you up. Your arms, they hold others close.
We don’t need someone to support us. But life can be pretty beautiful letting him.
But I can’t be her.
The one you chose
The one who’s heart you keep.
I can’t be the woman you need.