Life has become this never-ending grocery list of things we need to check off before we die.
This was never meant to be your love story.
You shouldn’t take him back when he cheats.
Self-love called me home to my heart.
I want you to know it’s okay to feel shit sometimes, y’know?
On the days when you feel unloved, know that love will never ever give up on you.
All I know are women who have in time woken up to the realization that this is their world just as much as it is anybody else’s.
Tough love was the relentless, air gasping grip on my throat, as I stood up in front of you and somehow managed to speak my truth for the very first time, instead of what you wanted to hear.
I hope you allow the love that surrounds you every day to fill every crevice of you up, overflowing into the souls you cross paths with.
I miss the time before I met you, when I wouldn’t have missed a damn thing.