If I could go back and do life over, I wouldn’t. I’ve heard that answer my whole life. Every person I’ve ever asked that question to has always said “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t go back.” And I didn’t understand it until now. Each person, no matter the circumstances, even with all the regrets and shortcomings … Continue reading if you could do life over, would you?
Tag: God
emphasis.
When I think about the wind, I think about the knots in my hair your fingers get tangled in, and the laugh you make when trying to break free when you do not realize secretly I’m betting against your dexterity in detangling I don’t want to break free from you — rather — want to … Continue reading emphasis.
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.
entry #029
A home isn’t a home until it feels like a home.
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.
withdraw.
Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
meet me in aisle 7.
On our first date, we washed our cars. I'm talkin' bell bottom jeans in the middle of summer, compensated with a sun hat; he cleaned my sun roof while I scrubbed his hatchback. When I wasn't looking, he stuck a note inside my glove box. On our second date, we went to the store. Split … Continue reading meet me in aisle 7.
the five stages of love.
The first one never counts. Odds are you were in middle school, crushing on the popular boy who called you buff and you took it as a compliment because you didn’t understand what it meant. But then you lost the weight and found a boy who loved your body, not your soul. That one doesn’t … Continue reading the five stages of love.
dried up waiting to be watered.
she stands there looking to him wishing he'd move closer wishing he'd take a step she stands there knee deep in wet concrete time passes and the concrete hardens she's paralyzed wishing she had moved when she had the chance now he looks to her as if she's the most beautiful statue he's ever seen … Continue reading dried up waiting to be watered.
