Ode to my rapper

I am in love. Yes. No, I’m not kidding. Love-love. That kinda crazy, you talk a little too much and you share your dreams type of shit. And I’m terrified. Gosh, I’m terrified. It’s real and I am scared shitless about giving myself to someone like I have been. He’s passed every test and checked…

I wonder…

Imagine if all of us were totally honest for one day. The purge only for our inner thoughts. I wonder if such an idea would thrill people or terrify them. I think it would be mostly a relief for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’d also be terrified but I’d be curious to see what…

Come with me…

…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…

Love.Dream.Be.

The greatest part (sometimes the worst part too) about being an empath is that even when stuff is going “weirdly” not “perfect”, things are still so beautiful. Even when my heart breaks or is a little bruised by something, I remember this: for my heart to get a scar or hurt a little means that…

One Step Closer

I have a video to share this time, just click on the block quote: #relationshipgoals is that ending. All sorts of snaps to this video. Amazing dancing, great acting, fantastic extras, awesome lead dancers. So I am officially on vacation! As indicated by the above video. Nothing new to share except that I want a…