It is what it is until it is what it is and what it is not.

Every time seems like the last time, and when it becomes the last time, it’s hard to believe it is the last time.

There’s no place better than home.

If he ain't a man of his word , he isn't a man of anything

Sometimes, a lifetime isn’t enough.

Stop romanticizing breadcrumbs.

color me whole, but only because I know where the cracks hide

A grown woman but also a growing woman

on second thought… no thanks *first thought was… fuck you

I see, fear loves to reside, in the weakest parts of me.

favorite drink: soup

someone who’s lovey dovey and doesn’t hold back on consideration, affection, and effort

We look up at the sky and see the past, while making wishes for the future.

the intimacy of details

all or nothing. i refuse to love in pieces

Over the weekend, my niece laid in my lap while we made bracelets. My niece and nephew love to hop onto my back or jump into my arms, and I live for these little moments with them.

Everything is relative and changes with perspective.

sometimes you give so much of yourself away that you can never really go back to being yourself again because that person no longer exists

Is everyone surviving?

I love the way his eyes soften and smile when he sees me.