This... whatever shall we name it?
I am worthy. I write the three words slowly, letting each letter drag for as long as it wishes, affirming through ink and manifesting into reality what I’m teaching my heart to believe.affirmation
I can't do this That's the last thing I tell myself. It is the point where I've practically given up, and there's no point in trying again. I look at my situation and I just can't find the strength to go on. I can't do this Those are the last words that escape my lips…
"Your love will not run empty Your love grows sweeter and sweeter with time"
I… Don’t feel like being alive today. It’s hard.
Hey Love, you look awfully familiar! Do I... know you?
When love knocks twice
The view is a little better with some distance...
... or whatever they said!
I don’t know if by tomorrow we’ll be friends,
or we’ll just be…there.
Write me a love letter. Premeditated and thought through. I don’t want you to look at me and suddenly decide you want to confess the love you think you have for me.