I had a dream about you last night, for the millionth time! We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked, but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out?
Drink up my honey eyes,Kiss them shut every night,And be my 'one' all my life.
A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.
Don't forget to breathe deep from your gut and attempt to see every day as the ultimate last one. Live in it like it's your last interactions, last experiences, your last time in the sun, and tomorrow...
Just as the world spun us into existence, it will spin on long after we are gone.
I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.
My spirit is free. My heart is taken.
When nothing is at stake, everything's a waste.
Just smile, breath, and give thanks (and there is always a reason to), because it beats the hell out of the alternative.
I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut, like I always did, being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head. I’m sorry I sometimes forgo...
I had this dream about you. We went hunting up in the mountains and I caught a unicorn. You told me now I know how it feels to be you.
My sincerest gratitude to every ass hole, horrible boss, and worthless piece of shit I've ever met for giving me new and endless material to work with and a way to earn a living exposing you.
Of all the heartache I will ever know, only some of it will be real. The rest, I will create.
Unknowingly, he prepared me to survive the rest of my days with the way he shielded himself from emotional vulnerabilities that slowly destroy the rest of us.
If there's something I'm not good at, it's usually because I just organically despise it. I can't help that. I'm fabulous at too many other things to waste my time faking it.
Don't cry about it. Write about it.
At the end of the day, we're all striving to be touched, somehow.
When you leave, I feel like I'm alone with your demons.
(Divorce)We’ll remarry someday when we’ve grown, Like royalty who’ve earned the throne. An aisle made of gold, To have and to hold.My dress made of rags, A suit that’s so torn.All eyes are on me,But m...
I love you madly, forever.
