There’s so much sadness in a quiet room at night. Even the softest tear can echo so loud.
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don’t blink.
There are a lot of moments in life where you feel they slip away from you as soon as they come—like you’re watching in third person and you can scream all you want, but they can’t hear you; you go to reach but you miss because they’re just as untouchable as you are.
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A home isn’t a home until it feels like a home.
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My heart clocked out last night as if it thought it’s shift was over.
yoú were a needle in a haystack.
Don’t blame her for the demons that came before you; you are treasure and treasure doesn’t come without a fight.
the road map to your greatest potential—a messy poem.
And I think—you know—when you believe in something, like really believe in something, there’s no way that belief will fail you because you’re manifesting it out of thin air. You’re breathing life into it—giving it oxygen and a heartbeat to live as freely as you desire. Your thoughts are your new pair of lungs; be … Continue reading the road map to your greatest potential—a messy poem.
mama, i think you’ll like this one.
Mama, he’s warm—like a hot shower after a day in the snow. When he holds me, he’s a human toaster; electricity fueled by his touch with the knob turned to forever. I’m warm. I’m so warm.
the man next door.
Lost my keys in the garden trying to find the door to your heart. I should have known you’d lock me out. And as I sat there, waiting, deciding whether or not to try the doggy door, a nice man walked up to ask for some sugar. It was your neighbor, John. I told him … Continue reading the man next door.
to all the boyfriends who thought I deserved better.
you were right, thank you.
