you are my favorite book one that fills my head with dreams exploring the depths of your story oh so slowly turning your pages one by one my fingers linger upon every line only stopping to reread your every word all over again
I hope that in this very moment, in this very existence here upon this earth, that you all are grateful for today, for now. Life is only but a blink of an eye, it’s over before we even realize. I know at times we can get too stuck in the past and worry about the future (I’m guilty of this too) but the past is done and the future isn’t here. We need to be right here in this very moment. The right now. Make today the best that you can. Be kind to others and most importantly, be kind to yourself.
To all those battling addictions, mental illnesses, and all the other demons. I see you. You’re not alone. I SEE YOU.
maybe we’re just a thought a blink of an eye we are a part of what comes next and a memory of what was before you and I we are infinite passing through like specs of dust on the breath of time and once this form ends I hope you’ll find me in the next
Love comes in many ways, many forms and on many levels. To love and be loved in return is the greatest blessing, no matter what form. As long as it’s real.
Once you start peeling back the layers you really start to see your truth, your worth and your strength. With layers comes balance. In order to love and accept others, you must learn to love yourself first.
I know that’s easier said than done, but if you can get past the surface, you’ll find it.
the words fall one by one from your lips still drunk from the lust of the night feeling the darkness as we lay in silence the sound of the clock fills our being tick tock every second falling further our dreams we whispered to the universe sharing the secrets that we hide from others until the sun wakes up the rest of the world between the sighs the inhales and exhales we always find our way back to each other
his fingers gently dance across my heart stroking all the chords that make up my entirety for he has fallen in love with ALL of me the brokenness of a past I regret the scars that I can’t hide and the beauty that I strive to show each day he loves the whole of my being because when all pieced delicately together it’s beautiful to him perfectly imperfect I am