going through changes

29, GA, Mom.

[torileighharper]

I actually don’t hate this picture.

[torileighharper]

Years,

everybody knows you gotta let 'em go, and they kinda roll by like tears. It’s just a measure of time, playin' with your mind, passin' you by those years. Look around, up and down, they're nowhere to be found. Just like the wind, my old friends, they come and go again. Don't look back in sorrow, just hope you'll see tomorrow. Those years, everybody knows you gotta let 'em go- they kinda roll by like tears. It’s just a measure of time, playin' with your mind, and passin' you by those years. You and me? We came to be. We raised a family. When we're gone, they will live on to see what we won't see. Don't look back in sorrow. The children have tomorrow. Those years, everybody knows you gotta let 'em go and they kinda roll by like tears. It’s just a measure of time, playin' with your mind and passin' you by, those years. 🫶🏼🖤

[vexheart]

[torileighharper]

I see you still come check up on me so…

I am 30 now. Not sure if you know but, My kid is 6, she’s great. I don’t hate you, and never did. Don’t be a stranger.

[torileighharper]

I went back and read about 10 years worth of posts. I’m so glad I changed. Lord have mercy. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

[torileighharper]

Almost 30, still growing.

[cyberxbattalion]

[remanence-of-love]

[shisasan]

Shall I walk? Yes.

September 6, 1939 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

[paper-wounds]

[neckkiss]

[vein]

[r33mi]

every night I think of you

[blunder]

blunder

[deathdoesntdiscriminate]

I kinda fucked around and fell in love, and we both know that was never the intention.

I never knew love before, but the way you make me feel? It has to be the exact definition.

You make me want to write songs about better days.

You make me want to change and have better ways.

So easily, your name rolls off my tongue, a language special enough to make the demons be quiet.

So easily, you calm the darkest parts of my mind, keeping my heart in the light.

Because truth be told, I spent my entire life thinking that love was something you had to earn. Something you had to fight to get and something you have to suffer to keep. Something that made you give up pieces of yourself...

For another human being who'd never do the same for you.

But then... you showed up on a random Tuesday and showed me that love is not hard...it's actually very easy. Loving you is easy. You showed me that you can walk in and say....

"You.

I pick you. Not because of who you are or what you do, but because I want to know and love every version of you."

You showed up in a way nobody ever had and showed me that love is essy.

Worth it.

Special..

I love you.

[recaption]

[pathologising]