Fill her up.

I always told myself I would fill my daughter’s life up with so many experiences she would never be impressed by anything a boy would ever show her. I’ve always wanted her to see so much of the world. The good. The bad. The captivating. The hard to swallow things. Show her the beauty this…

The Book.

The Book. The Book has been a very hot topic lately. I talk very sparingly about it and I always include it in my yearly goals “start the book” “finish the book”. It’s there but I’ve never touched the topic much. To be quite honest with you I’m extremely superstitious. I harp on the idea…

Never Give Up.

“Disclaimer: These writings are not always based on true events or current emotions. These writings could’ve alway been pulled from journals written weeks, months or even years ago. They aren’t always based on current events.” Never give up going after your dreams. Where there is love and inspiration you can’t go wrong. When you are in…

Actions Speak Louder Than Words.

Actions speak louder than words. We can apologize over and over, but if our actions don’t change, the words become meaningless. As we surf this wave of life, we have to remember that just speaking what we should or shouldn’t speak won’t necessarily get us anywhere. What we do greatly affects what our ultimate destiny will…

Spend life with who makes you happy, not who you have to impress.

“Disclaimer: These writings are not always based on true events or current emotions. These writings could’ve alway been pulled from journals written weeks, months or even years ago. They aren’t always based on current events.” When I was a freshman in High School we made a blog on wordpress as a way to do our…

don’t leave me, please don’t ever leave me.

Don’t leave me, please don’t ever leave me. I mean you can if you want to because who am I to stop you but i am so in love with you that it hurts and I don’t think losing you is something I could handle These thoughts ran over her mind a million times as…

In seventh grade, my best friend showed me

In the seventh grade, my best friend showed me how she made a razor from a pencil sharpener, the one she used to cut herself with. In the eighth grade there was a rumor going around that my classmate had an eating disorder, bulimia, it wasn’t a rumor. In the ninth grade I lost my…

my favorite color.

Imagine describing your favorite color to a blind person, what would you say? Mine is blue, light blue to be exact. When I close my eyes and imagine light blue, I picture the beach. I picture the warm breeze on my face. I hear the hush of the crashing waves of the ocean. I picture…

“Do you miss him?”

“Do you miss him?” Her words sounded cold, as if she had some alternative motive behind them. “What is there to miss?” That question always gets to me. “Come on, you can’t act like you never loved the guy. Y’all were together forever it seemed.” To be honest with you the relationship itself seemed to…