It sucks when the person you run to when you’re hurt is also the person who has hurt you. It feels unexplainable to explain my emotions right now, but turning to words never ruined a broken mind. The thing about loving people is that you always want what’s best for them, even if it means…… Continue reading Go and find what you’re looking for.
i could poor tears right at the start of a melody that is that good. tonight, i’m exploring apple music, letting the artist i already listen to take me to new ones. i never get the chance to do this, like i would when i was in 11th grade on christmas break. i would stay…… Continue reading thursday night stream of thoughts.
While on the phone with my sister the other night she said one thing that has been ringing in my mind for a few days. “You know how winter and the holidays always make you feel.” She’s talking about the winter feels. The time of year when you’re either overjoyed with cheer or overwhelmed by…… Continue reading Winter feels
I miss this quiet hour. It’s exactly 1:30 a.m. and I’m reminiscing on how I’d preach to people of the silence this time of night brings. How our minds become funnels for everything excellent when it’s this late. And it’s golden. Haven’t met this hour in a while where my eyes remain moist and wide…… Continue reading December 1, 2017
girls always tell me I’m pretty and i feel… pretty shocked haven’t done a lot highlighted my features to be presentable stopped covering up a while ago… for other people. Why can’t I take your kind words as herds that lead to an understanding of beauty? I always feel like they should be use to…… Continue reading To the girl at cvs that called me pretty.
I spend a lot of time searching for it, so I know that everyone else is trying to do the same- and that’s the part that makes me sad. I can’t help but to blame the internet, or the ‘go’ that coffee gives, or anything that seems to move faster than humans alone do. But…… Continue reading Happiness
I don’t have any intentions for this post, I’ve just been laying in my bed scrolling through post from my longtime favorite bloggers and began to notice a theme. At now 23, I still loathe in the ideas from the same blogs I read when I was in the eleventh grade. I admired many women…… Continue reading On growth & moving along in life.