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…
Tag: relationships
A philosophy of sorts
Sometimes you wake up and you look at yourself and you’re like, “Damn. I’m fly.” And it’s not just like you have a cute outfit on or your makeup is on point, it’s that you feel good about your insides and your actions and you may not know exactly what is going on at all…
Gotta work for the cookie, ya feel?
Alright. It’s a two-emotionally-charged posts kind of day. Remember, in my last entry I said my life is going so well there’s only one thing that isn’t really a thing that is bothering me? I just wanted to also explain what that one thing is. I was going to direct this towards men but for…
“You’ve done a good job.”
My therapist said that to me this past week when I told her I was moving and would have to stop coming to see her. I’ve become one of those crazy bitches that shines a little brighter after finding out their therapist is proud of them. It’s been…a second? A minute? Awhile? All of the…
Spence
My therapist is encouraging me to be as genuine as possible in everything I do. So I’m trying to do that more. Just be a little more upfront. Y’all are probably thinking “Bitch, you’re always upfront. What are you talking about?” To which I would say, “Yes. On here.” Trying to do that a little…
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…
Thumb war
Everyone is different. Even those who you call “twin” are different from you. Siblings, even. You could have grown up in the same house, with the same parents and still be different. You can like the same music and have similar political views and there will still be millions of miles of difference between you….
Thunderstorms and beaches
I have these moments, many if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, where I am/feel like a bad bitch. You know? I feel like I can walk the streets by myself and be so comfortable and badass. Then… Then there are other times. When it’s raining and there is a storm watch for like…
Serenity Searching 