Here’s To The Mess We’ve Made
We’ll get there, one day, maybe. When the first thing I’ll see waking up will be your green eyes, or your big hands, lost somewhere around the pillow. Someday, somehow, we will get there.
I Won’t Blame You Anymore, Father
I make my own decisions, I decide who to fall in love with, who to let in, who can break my heart this year and who can’t, so what does it have to do with you, father?
I’m Ready For The One Who Doesn’t Keep Me Wondering
I want effort: not the prince charming who wants to come get me at all cost, but the nice guy who just genuinely wants to be with me because he likes me and that’s what he wants.
You Can Still Find Love, Even If You Hate Yourself
Stop treating “love yourself” like a poem they need to memorize. That’s not how it works.