everyone is happy and there’s the exact right amount of groceries and you remember a recipe you saved online that would fit perfectly with the ingredients on hand.
When you’re a kid raised by a single mom, Father’s Day can be an awkward time for you.
We’re all just trying to survive. We all have our insecurities. We can sink in them or try very hard to rise above them.
I want to be the woman who finally makes you realize why it didn’t work out with all the ones who came before me.
You’re allowed to stop listening for the echo of their goodbye, and you’re allowed to stop hoping for their call. You’re allowed to stop asking “What if?”
I love my job. I love my friends. I love my life. For the most part.
Perception is a powerful thing.
She’s not happy—
You know it as she stares back at you
with dead eyes filled with
debris of broken stardusts
You’ve got issues, we already established that. But you can be happy.
The thing about being sad is, it can become comfortable. When you’re happy, there is so much space between the ground and your spot high in the sky with every possibility that you could fall at any moment.