If I Could Tell My Younger Self Anything, It Would Be This
I would tell her that her mistakes and messy moments will not define her, and that forgiveness begins inside the walls of her ribcage.
I would tell her that her mistakes and messy moments will not define her, and that forgiveness begins inside the walls of her ribcage.
I think about the place we met, the first time I saw you. It nearly stops this bruised heart I carry…
I can still feel your fingers leaving imprints on my skin, along my spine, marking your territory for the rest of time.
Missing you means not knowing whether I will ever feel my heart swell again the way it did at the sight of you, the sound of your voice.
I used to feel so much shame around using medications, and truthfully I still do, but I am working through it every day and making progress.
This is for the boys who have yet to become men. This is for the boys who build weak foundations upon misogyny and big dick energy, coasting through life on their carefully crafted and violently fragile egos. This is for the boys who keep going when we tell them ‘no.’
Remember the days you thought you wouldn’t survive, yet here you are, reconstructing your life.
I like untamed souls, the ones that have a honeycomb for a heart – the souls who love sweetly and without limits, offering warm and comfy shelter from the storms of life, possessing an empathetic spirit that knows no bounds.
I believe broken-hearted humans are wildly misunderstood.
If there is one thing I know for sure in this life, it is this: be so damn thankful for every moment you get with the one you love.