Have you ever held onto something so tight out of the fear of losing it? Fought like a tiger to ensure that it didn’t slip through your fingers?
What does the inside of your closet look like? And what does it say about you?
As antiquated as it sounds, I remember the anticipation of the wait.
how beautifully blind we are to ignore the smallest things in us,
How long does one let oneself flounder in this despair? Letting reaction be the norm?
beauty often begins in chaos
respect yourself to..
eat the live frog