“I do not know that I want to have children.” I will always remember the look on his face when I said this to him, that first day we met- part awe, part...something. Something being a mix of crestfallen (because, otherwise, you’re perfect), and wary (because, what horror stories does this one have that she… Continue reading Why
Fuck love. I’m tired of trying. No. This isn’t an attempt to sound pained when I’m not. It’s also not an invitation to a pity party; they're just the best lines that describe my feelings towards love at the moment. It’s amazing how a space of one year can completely change your outlook on stuff,… Continue reading Fuck Love
Heaven and Hell. I’ve heard a lot of arguments about these. Whether or not they’re real. What you have to do (or not do) to get into either. I’m not here to debate. But pause. Think about it for a minute. What if? Just what if they’re real? What if there really is a burning… Continue reading WHAT IF?