It’s not that we have hearts of steel, it’s just that we don’t give our hearts to just anyone because we have work deadlines and dreams to pursue and oh my god it’s distracting to really like someone.
Healing is finite. It is a choice that we as hurting humans decide to make or not to make. If you choose to make the choice to heal, I am proud of you. If you choose to make the choice to heal four days out of the week, I am still proud of you.
When I was a little girl, I had always spent too much of my time wondering who I would be, where I would be and what led me to become the person I was going to be at twenty-three-years-old.
This has been on my mind lately- what is my purpose? Yes, I am a first year medical student, I am a daughter, friend, aunt, sister, grandchild, and importantly- I am Avalon. Do being all of those things shine light for my sole purpose of existing in the world?
Black guys want to bottom, too.
Holy butthole, I’m starting to sweat!
Michael was living in Italy when he took a lover. A slender woman with thin lips, she would compliment him on his scent at every opportunity.
Happiness is not an object that sits on your nightstand. It does not wait for you to wake up, to have you put it on after you brush your teeth and put on your watch. Happiness is not an object- it is a mental or emotional state of well-being.
My depression is alive and well. It wakes me up at three o’clock in the morning. I look outside of my bedroom window and I wonder how many other lonely souls have been awaken by sadness tonight.
Have you ever heard something so outlandish and absurd that you shake your head and tell yourself, no way? There is no way.