Give me something raw and messy. Give me unedited. Give me imperfect. Give me us.
Love To Love
You have to give yourself permission sometimes—permission to fail, permission to fall for the wrong person, permission to be fearless and maybe not have it all figured out
Don’t give up. Don’t lose hope inside of your heart and your entire being. Don’t let yourself be discouraged. Don’t beat yourself up. Don’t compare and contrast yourself to other people who are settling down.
I want sweaty palms and timid fingers reaching out to hold one another’s hands. I want flushed cheeks and hesitant steps. I want laugh lines and nervous giggles.
The people you love are not above being temporary if you do not appreciate or care for them. That version of love where someone loves someone else unrequited whilst the other person does whatever they want is nothing but a movie formula. And even in the movies, the person who is fooling around realises what they have lost once it’s gone and go chasing after it.
Love is found in the wind. In the first fresh breath of morning air. In the silence of dawn, when the sun first starts to peek above the clouds.
Depression is hidden in the jokes, the pauses, the drinks, the late nights, the forced smiles – perfectly rehearsed
I love what you say in our silence. When there are no words to be shared between kisses. When our eyes are closed and my arm is draped across your chest.
They say your body is a temple, but I’ve never been the religious type.
you knew me.