It’s time to see yourself as the wonderfully complex being you are—flawed but original, imperfect but beautiful.
Some days, the hurt is screaming in my throat.
What if we normalized affection? Made people feel comfortable, rather than hesitant? Passionate rather than afraid?
Because one in six American women will be victims of rape in their lifetime. Because it happens to men too.
The funny thing is, a lot of old souls don’t even realize they are perfectionists.
If you’re going to love, love like you mean it.
I am only human- someone who has been ridiculed for too much of my life, who has loved fiercely, chased my dreams recklessly and failed more than I care to admit.
Now my dusks are a blast of frigid air, and I am left breathless as I break free from the shadow of your existence. My self-pity will never be anymore and god, it is so good to fall asleep.
At the end of the day, maybe we’ll all regret our picture-perfect lives and everything we did to try to be what the rest of the world wanted us to be.
So here you are now wondering what you did. Here you are now wondering what you said that made him stop showing interest in you. Here you are now asking yourself so many questions. Here you are now crying about this guy. Here you are now crying about yet another guy.