You miss being carefree. Not giving a damn. When you didn’t know what sadness felt like. You miss not knowing what pain was. What loss was. What longing was.
i hate winter
“I’m sorry that this may not be what you want to hear, but it’s our truth.”
When you approached me, my first thought was, I hate his sweatshirt.
I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,
but bones are stronger once they heal.
Save your bathroom (and your skin) with fewer, multipurpose beauty products and a decluttered shelf space.
I would rather hate you than not think about you at all.
I can’t wait until the day that I know coming home from work means coming home to you.
I’m now adding “um. feelings.” to my giant list of fears and that’s equal parts hysterical and, well, terrifying.
“Sebastian is annoying and yells whenever his wife doesn’t put cheese on his daily tuna melt.”
Virgo season sent me into an existential tailspin about my ~future~ and I cried my eyes out (chic!) more than once in a therapists office about worrying about change, my health, and dying alone.