This goes for friends as well..

What I have learned is that if you’re gonna engage in a romantic relationship during your young adult years, it damn well better be with someone who makes your insides explode with nothing but positive emotion. Someone who takes the time to be kind, patient and understanding, more often than not, and who is as warm with their words as they are with their touch. Life is too short to be focused on people who do not have your growth and best interest in mind. The right person will love you in a way that makes you feel completely free and accepted within your own skin. They won’t attempt to hinder your development out of fear or insecurity that your new experiences might lead you into the arms of someone else. Good lovers will desire to see your personal success just as much as you do, and they will support and respect your decisions. Stay away from people who make you feel guilty about desiring the best for yourself. They don’t love you for you, they love you for what you can provide for them. And that is not love.

Have you ever dealt with a dude so nice you don’t know what to text him back because everything he says is so sweet and you, being foreign to genuine affection, have nothing to say?? #storyofmylife

Nostalgia is a liar.

Nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. There’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. 
Don’t trust nostalgia. Grieve. Reflect. Move on. I wish it's easier to do than just say.

I’m too head over heels for you. 
Like you could care less about me. 
This feeling sucks. 
Fuck me.

Sometimes you fall off the wagon for months. Sometimes you tell yourself you’re gonna start fresh on Monday and by Wednesday you’ve already fallen back off. Sometimes you have to restart a 100 times and it’s frustrating. But it will be okay. You can do this. One day at a time.

So I met this guy at a bar and I had talked to him for a while about life (and whatever else I talk about when I’m drunk), and now he texts me everyday to see how I'm doing. He always somehow manages to text me at times when I need someone to talk to the most and asks me if I’m well for absolutely nothing in return. It’s honestly so sweet and I love, as well as appreciate people like that more than anything.

I will never ever say that I’m looking for the other half of me in a person, that is simply not true. I am whole, I am brave, and maybe I want someone by my side through all of that but never will I say that I am half.

Somewhere between, she survived, and who she was becoming, was exactly where she was meant to be. She was starting to love the journey.

“You’re so quiet”

Nah fam I talk. Just not to you.