With hundreds of movies on Netflix, why watch Tiger King when you can instead find something that doesn’t feel like wasted time?
Please don’t call me for a while. I need space.
When you gaze into her eyes, you’ll know. You won’t question, you won’t push, you won’t be frustrated. It will be so easy, transparent—everything we were not.
When you rush love, when you rush the time it takes to recover from previous heartbreaks and failures, you’re disservicing your ability to heal.
I love that you know, after all these years, that I refuse to stop believing in love.
What is a life without feeling too much, caring too much, hoping too much? Is that even a life at all?
I wait for the nights when I’m drinking with friends and the memories flood into each sip and I go home early to write.
While I hate starting over, this feels like a new beginning. A new me.
It’s magical the way the heart yearns for what it doesn’t know.
Do you ever question why I left?