Let Me Be A Kid For A Little Longer, Because I’m Not Ready ‘To Adult’
Just because my body is turning into one of an adult’s does not mean my spirit has to, too.
Just because my body is turning into one of an adult’s does not mean my spirit has to, too.
The love depicted in fairytales or your typical chick flick may be perceived as extraordinary, but actual, passionate, intimate, committed love is not. How love makes you feel (if it is with the right person) is the part that is out of this universe.
“I wrote our first page when I gained the courage to ask him if we were a “thing” over Facebook Messenger months after I had left. For those thirty minutes without a response, it was a cliffhanger even with an ocean in between us.”
“There is always going to be a person richer and poorer than you, it is time to get used to it. Do not judge a book by its cover, but by what is on its pages.”
It is a remarkable feeling to just know. That does not make confessing those three words any easier.
To be honest you have to be courageous enough to speak your truth, and to be able to speak your truth you have to respect yourself enough to know what that is.
He kept talking as his hand grazed my back. I tried to distance myself by moving my chair forward but this just made him move his hand from my back to my upper thigh.
The harder you work, the luckier you become.
I have learned to walk away sooner. Most people do not deserve the chances I choose to give them.
It is a choice to be different when the race for everyone else is to be the best at being the same.