Learn how to date yourself. Learn how to cherish moments alone. Learn how to experience life with the unique perspective that you were born with.
A newly discovered source of contentment for me has been drinking my coffee on the floor of my living room in my underwear. Sitting alone on the floor is like peeling off another protective layer. I don’t have to be a real person.
Take your time, because I’ve realized that the more times you lose yourself, you end up coming back with more of yourself than you ever had before.
Even though I’m an independent woman who doesn’t need a relationship to feel fulfilled, the truth is that I don’t want to fall asleep alone. I want someone beside me, holding me tight, comforting me when I jolt awake from nightmares.
Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.
There is something that embarrasses me about the idea of someone discovering my body.
You don’t have to go jumping from relationship to relationship until you find the right person.
I think I’d much prefer it this way until I hold hands with someone who makes me feel like the stars tangled themselves between our fingers.
Smile because you are surviving. And sometimes, that’s all anyone can do.
Everything you have, you have earned yourself. Nothing was handed to you.