do not die.
how am i
magic. — Nayyirah Waheed
October: “Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong.” — 1 Corinthians 16:13
I cannot heal you, I can only love you. And sometimes that is simply not enough
I want you to fall in love with the emotional, the spiritual, the sensual realm that exists beyond my skin.
Promise to be so strong that you will outshine those who do not see your brilliance. Promise to be so free that no one can look at you and not see a beautiful, unbound life.
It’s okay to be imperfect. It’s okay to be messy. It’s okay to flit back and forth with ideas and perspectives. It’s okay to not just be black and white.
Fresh, spunky, earth-friendly, clean, and fun, KAABOO (20 miles north of San Diego) might just give Coachella a run for its money.
I just want to stretch the minutes so that I can exist, in this place, with no commitments or destinations, no expectations or places I must go.
What if we normalized affection? Made people feel comfortable, rather than hesitant? Passionate rather than afraid?
What has happened to you does not, and will never define you.