I lay in my bed, silently watching through the crack in the door. He looks like a statue. A god. With his broad shoulders and messy hair.
He wants me to be happy. I know by how perfect my tea tastes.
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I lay in my bed, silently watching through the crack in the door. He looks like a statue. A god. With his broad shoulders and messy hair.
He wants me to be happy. I know by how perfect my tea tastes.
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Johnny Depp making grilled cheese sandwiches with an iron.
A true hero
The timing in which people enter your life is very important.
(via omgtiffanywtf)
The moment I realized I've become an adult
This printable poster of my poem How to Love Your Depressed Lover is just one of the few lovely things available from the Words Dance website in conjunction with the release of my book! My debut poetry collection Love and Other Small Wars is available for pre-order as of today. Order your copy here.
You are crying at the kitchen table for no reason in particular.
Perhaps the coffee was cold or the work piled up or a news story reported too many casualties for you to take it in your stride.
Either way, you are crying without knowing why and he is watching from the doorway.
You...
Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.
Anaïs Nin
#sotrue #theworldwelivein #bringbackthecenterofourbeing
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Enjoy the flowers along the way…
While everyone else is obsessed with posting pictures of where they are and who they're with
Meanwhile, there’s me: