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.
What if we normalized affection? Made people feel comfortable, rather than hesitant? Passionate rather than afraid?
It’s time to see yourself as the wonderfully complex being you are—flawed but original, imperfect but beautiful.
If you’re going to love, love like you mean it.
The funny thing is, a lot of old souls don’t even realize they are perfectionists.
Some days, the hurt is screaming in my throat.
Because one in six American women will be victims of rape in their lifetime. Because it happens to men too.
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.
Yes, you can carry your burdens alone. But you don’t have to.
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.