I was wrong
At the dimly lit restaurant, We make talk that seems smallEvery time my lips part, I want to scream I was wrong I tell you between my teeth(I was wrong)I say it every time I inhale(I was wrong) When I speak,
At the dimly lit restaurant, We make talk that seems smallEvery time my lips part, I want to scream I was wrong I tell you between my teeth(I was wrong)I say it every time I inhale(I was wrong) When I speak,
They say progress is happinessWell how did it feelTo crumple your checklist of firstsAnd leave it on my couch Accomplished? Ecstatic?Motivated for what’s next?It’s a sweet thing to see the inkDried and discarded First isn’t last, unfortunatelyBut you live, you
Your body is some artful mix of Grecian marble, sun-drenched canvas, and a palette of a life well lived. You belong in a museum where people can appreciate you from every angle. I love your body and I would visit
Friends, babes, buds! I am exceptionally excited to announce that the first 10 chapters of my novel, “Hello, Harbor” are now live on WattPad. Please check it out and let me know what you think. Direct link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/168390639-hello-harbor
I woke up this morning to a note that my story and voice over is featured in the Medicine Cabinet episode of the On Mornings podcast. I’m so excited! View at Medium.com I’ve been a member and contributor on HITRECORD
I bought you an outfit. It’s a hat shaped like a fox head with bottoms that have a little crocheted fox tail. It’s the cutest thing. I got mad at myself yesterday because I keep forgetting to give it to
I know you want to know my story. You’re curious, you’re only human. I’m not sure how many times I have to say it: this isn’t about me. But I get it. Reader, you seem trustworthy. You’re not like everyone
The difference between us I watch her long, brown hair waving with her laughter as she busies herself at the stove. I watch her as she cracks open her heart. She grabs a well-used whisk and turns the ache into
Sometimes peace comes from a look shared across a table, a moment that makes you feel seen. Sometimes it comes from pressing flesh against flesh, cheek to chest as you fall asleep. Sometimes peace comes when you’re so busy, you
Rise to love Don’t fall into it Use all of your muscles Stand on the tips of your toes If it’s great, it’s worth it And we both know A great love is what you deserve