Instead of beating yourself up, laugh. Laugh at all the messiness and awkwardness of you.
You cannot see the bottom of me
you cannot know the depths of my soul
Did you know if you dream about him five nights in a row,
your heart becomes a time machine?
I fell in love with the way the moon rose above
the series of buildings we built together
The fear of being loved is an exhausting fear.
I’m generally frustrated women still feel they can’t be so many things because of societal conditioning and nonsense.
Growing up, I always got these questions – “What are you? Where are you from?” I proudly would respond, “San Francisco! I’m from California.” They would narrow their eyes at me and say, “No, but where are you FROM?”
You’re stuck on a never-ending roller coaster of emotions powered by a brain that runs 100 miles a minute. But you are a rare breed.
Look in the mirror and see someone who is fighting a small war, but still getting out of bed every day and not giving up.
The people who seem happy, are, sometimes, the saddest of all.