If you're curled up right now in a ball of tears, snot and mess right now, it's okay. It's all apart of the process.
Kinda like the 12 days of Christmas, only...you get the idea.
A Christmas poem.
She's so pretty. I wonder why she doesn't have a man.
You love him. But you want more than he's willing to give...
Take off your glasses so you can see better.
While I was on vacation, I almost felt "compelled" to post something, just for the sake of posting. Like, "Oh, I'm here in this fabulous place, let me take a pic..." Fuck it.
The only time being quiet bothers me is when people misinterpret my silence as something "wrong".
You’re a hosta fragrant bouquet who refused to die but instead chose to bloom.
Like negative information that “falls off” your credit report, is there an expiration date for when damaging information should be considered in relationships?