I Hope You Make Sisterhood A Verb
I hope you make sisterhood a verb. I hope you go beyond the pretty t-shirts, and podcasts, and slogans, and hashtags,…
I hope you make sisterhood a verb. I hope you go beyond the pretty t-shirts, and podcasts, and slogans, and hashtags,…
Love is how we know we are seen. Love is how we know we are heard.
Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month, not on the first of the month or the January of each year.
Did you ever stop and think that maybe “not giving a fuck” is why the world is a mess?
Posting horrible things on social media. The internet is not your diary. The internet does not forget, either.
You’re forgetting your own progress, and your own journey, and starting to worry more about what everyone else around you is doing.
I’ll always think of him at the beach, listening to the waves – forever at peace.
You don’t know why the depression has crept in. It’s invited itself to your work, to your home; it lays with you in your bed. It rests in your heart and in your bones and in your brain.
I love how you made me appreciate the beach where I live.
You’re allowing yourself to be free.