A Prayer For When You Feel Broken Beyond Repair
The most beautiful people wear their hearts on their sleeves, their souls in their smiles, and pureness in their eyes.
The most beautiful people wear their hearts on their sleeves, their souls in their smiles, and pureness in their eyes.
Just when I thought I lost my spark. I got back up and started a whole damn fire.
She played her music louder, she walked prouder. She realized she wasn’t a drop inside the ocean, she was the whole damn ocean inside a drop.
Is this what I want to do with the rest of my life? Is this it for me? And the most common question we all ask ourselves, what the hell am I doing?
The thing is, a lot of things we do every day don’t have an appearance of improvement.
Run faster, eat constantly; not too many carbs but just enough to be faster. Wake up every morning at 6am before the sun lights your skin on fire; light your muscles on fire with every step and thump.
For some small and glorious moment I am still. And in this quiet space I think about my sisters’ questions. “Who are you? What happened to you to make you this way?”
I fail to see the point in making a woman feel guilty for having an abortion.
Go out together on the weekends. Attempt to wingman each other. Realize your bi-gendered duo is utterly ineffective in the hunt for love. Settle at a table with just the two of you, finish a couple of whiskeys, and return home to your respective bedrooms.
I can’t give you the love you deserve, because everyone deserves someone who loves them for who they are, and not the person they could be.