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You’re not forever.
You’re a piece of forever.
You’re the one.
Who pierces my heart and breaks it free.

Everyone is dirty. Everyone is sweaty.
No one brushes their hair. Ever.

It’s so refreshing to be around dirty people.

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

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.

“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?

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

I am not who you think I am. Do not put your expectations upon me, because they are yours, not mine.
I will not ask of you anything, because it is your journey, not mine.

She was old and world-weary, ugly and patched up where she’d been weather beaten, seen too much sun and fought too many waves.

I got told last night that I seemed like hard work (to hit on). What is it about someone needing to make an effort to get to know me that I took to be a bad thing? Is there still a part of me or our collective feminine – which believes women need to be comely and easy and fall at the feet of any man who shows an interest in us in order to be accepted?