I’m Not Scared Of Falling
I’m not scared of falling, in any sense of the word. Falling for a man, falling face down on the earth, or undergoing a completely crazy event and falling away from the person I used to be.
I’m not scared of falling, in any sense of the word. Falling for a man, falling face down on the earth, or undergoing a completely crazy event and falling away from the person I used to be.
I don’t have all the answers, and this is okay. Sometimes the best parts of life are the ones you don’t plan.
There’s something about thousands of bodies listening to the same song, their hearts and minds and souls spinning in sync.
Having good guy friends means you get VIP access into the inner workings of the male brain.
You are bigger than every fear and stronger than any doubt.
We are each so different—bodies, brains, the color of our eyes and hair—yet, we are all dancing with these thoughts in our heads, all spinning in circles trying to discover who we are and what this all means.
Taking a chance is always, always better than watching life pass you by.
Your love felt endless. Heavy on my skin.
I felt you in all of my pores, seeping in
like the never-ending sunshine, like the sweat
that drips from the side of a cold glass of lemonade.
Life is about to change, but you are still the same strong person you always were.
Music Festivals. Every genre you could imagine. Amazing. All the time.