Thursday, March 28

the love that i want to be in

And just like that he picked her up and dusted her off. Without even trying. That’s how their love was. When she was at her worst, he saw her at her best.


it's late at night and i've been writing for hours now

I was just looking at this picture and thinking about how much it is like my life.
The stars are out there. 
They are constant.
 I am lucky enough to get to connect the dots to make the constellations.

But some days it certainly feels like my map is written in a different language.