Everyone is dirty
Everyone is dirty. Everyone is sweaty.
No one brushes their hair. Ever.
It’s so refreshing to be around dirty people.
The stories I want to share
I have written so much these last few days, and it all feels too raw still to share. There are stories I want to tell you and people I want to sit down with and thank from the bottom of my heart: people for whom my presence may be nothing more than a passing interest, but who have shaken and awoken me in ways which are, in all probability, beyond words.
LOVE’S DEEPER COMMITMENT
LOVE’S DEEPER COMMITMENT
Let’s not commit to a future together. The future is so unknown, and we are so fluid, and tired of pretending that we know.
Do you want to paddle?
“For sure, you’re the commander here. You have the more power. He will follow you, but you have to paddle, and paddle hard if you want to catch the wave.”
Can you trust me?
Can you trust me?
Those four words and the way he looked at me pulled at something that had long since been forgotten, or had simply refused to be acknowledged.
How rare to find someone whose energy speaks so powerfully as to awaken sleeping mountains. … Speaking less….feeling more