“Have You Ever Thought That Maybe For A Short Time We Were Destined To Be Together?”

Me everyday

it’s a wallet half full kind of mentality

I am a bus stop, so you weren’t supposed to stay.

pink in the night

And not a lot of people let you play that, and Emily, our showrunner, like embraced that. And was like, you can be vulnerable, and still be kick-ass. (x)

You were the fire, Who made me smile. Long before I realized, You had me ablaze Right before my eyes.

So many uncomfortable feels on me tonight

Because women need years and years to gain at least some acceptance

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

It’s suffocating,

loud and exhausting.

It’s a downward spiral

And I let myself fall

In the rabbit hole.

A space of my heart,

Locked away.

For oh so long.

You knew about it

And you question

The small confine

Where you belong.

You hold the power

Over me

No one ever had,

Will ever have.

Am I just

Punishing myself?

Not making peace

With the choice

I’ve made.

How come

You don’t want me

In your life?

When I will

Welcome you

In my arms

A thousand times.