My true Gemini. Two people in one. One moment, you. The next, a different you. I love them both. They’re both mine. I accept both. I treasure both. I find happiness in both. I choose them both. But, one, I’m not sure which… but one of those you’s, doesn’t love me back. I’ve known it. And I’ve picked you both every day, anyway. Xo, … Read More Seeing Double
My words will easily cut you like a knife in your heart. Taste as sweet as cotton candy but if only for a moment. This I know. And I know my shortcomings of being too harsh, too cold, not enough chances. But, I make up for it ten fold, every time. Yet, some just don't like cotton candy; your type of sweet. Some see … Read More Cotton Candy
Short answer (pick one): I’m a mess I have no time I don’t know Lol, anyway… Well… that’s a long story. And so it goes. I’m single because I can’t keep up with people who don’t know what they want, every day–ever-changing. How do you expect someone to stick around when you’re playing with their brain like a yo-yo. It’s fucking nauseating, I’ll tell … Read More Why Are You Single?
Flags went up when I believed you were too good to be true. When your smile felt like thorns from the most beautiful rose. When your laugh was as soft as the sound of crashing waves. Flags went up when, surprise, you wanted me. Flags went up when you knew that you were going to like me a little too much. Flags went up … Read More Flags
Waking up, breathless. Dreaming the most fearful traumatic experience; the only thing that could break me down to the core. Only to waking up, and realizing not only are you living in my subconscious, but in my reality. Xo, #thets
It is not secret that I am dark and twisty, and it’s no secret that I have a love for weightlifting. These two worlds are constantly conflicting. I started my new journey of my 20’s in September of last year, I began weightlifting consistently and started taking control of my stress and depression. When I was put on medication it helped control my fluctuating … Read More The Struggle
I can feel you. I feel you pulsing through my shrinking veins; furiously, frantically. You’re honestly my worst nightmare. You drop in at the most inconvenient of times, so pretentiously. I tell you to leave and you stay for hours on end and no click of my heels, or medication can shake you. I can feel you. Creeping just a little further up my … Read More The Best Friend
Remember: “He is not the sun. You are.” -G.A.