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,
Author: tiff
Your checklist of firsts
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
What I mean when I tell you that I want 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
First 10 chapters of my novel are now published on WattPad
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
My story in the On Mornings podcast, a collaboration between HITRECORD and Medium
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
Apricot
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
The start of the story
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
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
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
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