So often guard your heart is translated as close it off. And that notion I wildly reject.
I think we’re worried if we give too much of ourselves away, there won’t be anything left (for me).
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
So often guard your heart is translated as close it off. And that notion I wildly reject.
I think we’re worried if we give too much of ourselves away, there won’t be anything left (for me).
I’m not where I thought I’d be I’ve lamented since Graduation: Day One.
Without warning, and sure as hell without my permission, Day One became Year Two.
Saturday He said We can go anywhere we want tomorrow.
Reflecting on my 2014, I am tempted to pat myself on the back.
I think being nice is badass.
I didn’t write all weekend, and I regret it. Because writing is growing. Because writing is the best teacher I’ve ever had.