My dog brought us closer and filled in the gaps of our family with love, laughter, and most importantly, hope.
The creaks you hear in the middle of the night might be a product of an old house. Or they might be the sounds of someone walking through your halls uninvited.
Just like the ocean, you don’t need a reason to be powerful, stunning, mysterious, or beautiful beyond the reach of words.
A real experience inspired King to write the story.
We assume you are a person who is deep and deliberate… a person with intention… and we want to figure you out. Would you prefer we see you as someone with no meaning behind your words and actions?
Write down what you hope to let go of and burn or shred the paper afterward.
From what I’ve experienced, Virgos seem to get along best with four specific signs, depending on a romantic relationship or a deep friendship.
La Llorona is stuck between the living and dead realms, weeping while she searches for her boys.
You Got Me, Babe
Lorena suffered from years of abuse at the hands of her husband, John Wayne Bobbitt. She revealed she was scared to leave him because he might kill her.
There are strange voices in my house.
Control. Seems to be everyone wants it, but when you have it, it renders us debilitated.
If you are lucky enough to be loved by an old soul, know that you have stumbled upon a true rarity in this swiping, double tapping, made-to-go world.
Yep, one. I sent one fucking email today. And ransacked the house looking for my half & half. And wrote this.
Break free from whatever has been holding you back; expressing those fears will not make it any better for you because it is just best to accept this powerful energy.
Dreaming big? That’s great. But dreams don’t happen by wishing, they happen by doing.
Acknowledge that the past cannot be changed
That nothing in life is constant
But that some things can be changed
You can change your mind
The way our bodies intertwine collapsing into supernovas.
Moving on means you’ll still have gloomy days in your mind and deep down in your heart.
With this inexplicable pain I hold in my heart, I carry forward, tend to my wounds, and fight the silent battle.
My lips kissed another and I had to tell you.
Last year, I cancelled plans a million times. I backed out of social situations. I texted instead of called. I pushed people away.
I didn’t expect myself to be so afraid of YOU.
I have friends who could drive to my place in fewer than ten minutes — but they do not check in on me as often as you. They do not make time for me as often as you. They do not care as much as you.
I’m living in a hookup culture and I hate it.
Bad timing is not the reason you never got together. Lack of feelings is the reason you never got together. Fear of taking risks is the reason you never got together. Hesitation to leave your comfort zone is the reason you never got together.
“Healing happens over time and it cannot be rushed. It’s delicate and private. Healing is an everyday process.”
I know that anxiety will be something I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life, and that’s okay.
I didn’t know if you would want to see me again.
There is nothing easy about having a mother who doesn’t know how to love.
We don’t always know how we talk to ourselves, so take the time to be more mindful of how you sound internally.
Decide to start where you are.
I remember when I first met you.
What you are going through is a fight to endure the brokenness. It is a test to remain soft, despite the shattering of your world, to watch it burn in front of your eyes and be left with nothing but ash and soot and still feel gratitude.
I want you forever and I have always. I thought the feelings were mutual.
Should I stay or should I go? Should I sink or swim with you?
I know you miss his warmth and his flame, but honey, he left you, and it won’t ever be the same.
Caring is not a crime. Getting attached easily is not a sign of a weakened heart.
Long-distance relationships never succeed, especially those that start with such a brief acquaintance. But no one had considered the stubbornness of either him or me.
When you turn down dates, when you delete dating apps, when you lie about your feelings, when you choose to stay single instead of taking a chance on someone who makes you feel alive, you are not protecting yourself from heartache. You are choosing to break your own heart.
To hope that things will turn around for us is a validation of His promises for us, the evidence of His existence, and the proof of His abundant love for us.
I miss going to the beach with you and lying under the sun. I miss your arms wrapped around mine.
Do not send mixed signals. Do not make me play mind reader. Do not expect me to guess how you feel about me.
You are the reason I smile in my sleep.
Who, I ask, is the more interesting person to talk to at a party— a man slouched in his chair, drinking a Heineken? Or a man leaned against the fireplace mantle, drinking mysterious brown liquid from a glass, regarding the flame?
Most of us are hung up on someone we never dated. Most of us are healing from a relationship that never happened. Most of us are mourning a person who never belonged to us in the first place.
You’ll know who aren’t your real friends when they’re only there for you when it’s convenient for them, but disappear when you need them most.
It’s okay to have days when you sit and cry endlessly, when you break down from loneliness, when you collapse on your bedroom floor because the thought of getting through another day without him is just too much.
I never saw anyone else coming. I assumed you were only interested in me. I assumed our feelings were the same strength. I assumed you were only single because you were scared of commitment and I would be the one to change that for you.