i love you because you live with a grace that radiates kindness and a heart so resilient its cracks infiltrate your beautiful flaws the ones that failed you the ones that made you i love you because you see a world shining with good a vision so pure that you move mountains to help others…
Tag: heart
you’re pretty much magic.
Reminder to self: you’re pretty much magic. I, like you reading this post, forget at times just how fiercely badass I am. Bipolar blurs the line for me often when I’m on the cusp of an emotional breakthrough. One moment I’m self-assured fabulous and the next I’m fretting about somewhere between calamity and chaos. I…
just a small town girl.
Just a small town girl living in a (not so) lonely world. Back in 2016, HuffPost published a blog post titled “13 Reasons to Date a Girl From a Small Town“. Among them were: She’s courageously independent for making the decision to leave home and explore the world; She’s a family girl – family is…
with you…under white linen sheets.
with you. under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed. no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness…
if our timing is true.
oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape. the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too. but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing…
who is your hadley?
You would think that with the passage of time, not being with you or hearing from you, you would fade away, but no, you are as much with me now as you were then.
Hemingway to his Hadley.
traveling to the places to see the people that make your heart sing.
it has been one week and one day since i travelled from up over to down under. my arrival this time round was quite different from some six years ago. this time the land isn’t so much foreign as is the girl (me) landing on it. i’ve always believed that a person changes the…
crazy heart.
i aspire to be a writer. i suppose i am a writer. i am committed to sharing stories; telling stories. literary vulnerability from my brain to your eyes. to read. to digest. to digress. it seems though that through my own reading — and research — i often come across a poet or a writer…
static confusion. 