Tag Archives: feelings

courage

last night, i cried so hard that my ears hurt. today, i woke up with my throat screaming, too dry to open my mouth and let air in. my pillows were still wet, my eyes still puffy. when i plopped … Continue reading

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pieces

i hope i’m not asking too much of you. i’m not asking you to fix me, because that wouldn’t be fair. i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms, but i’d love that. i don’t want you … Continue reading

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well-traveled hands

do you remember how it used to be? when we were still innocent, so much younger? do you remember the first time you saw me? i was wearing my cousin’s old tank top and a pair of shorts. i remember … Continue reading

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tomorrow

oh god, i miss you. i miss how much fun we had together the last time i saw you. the stolen glances and the silent giggles. i sat in bed tossing and turning because the thought of you was too … Continue reading

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25 things to be happy about

I’m out of ideas for this week’s blog post, so here are twenty five things that make me happy. Hopefully the thought of them will make you happy too. The smell of orange blossoms “The look” exchanged between my best … Continue reading

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Sonder

7.6 billion people 195 countries 7.6 billion stories told from different perspectives from different eyes in different worlds in different lives one mother is crying as she carries her newborn baby in her arms another is crying while her own … Continue reading

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Cry Me a River, Or Don’t

I don’t cry often, or at least not as much as people assume I do. Before I turned nine, my tears had no depth. I would cry because I couldn’t get the Barbie I wanted, or because I wasn’t allowed … Continue reading

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