home and family are practically synonymous to me.
it’s difficult to build one on your own.
because I’m madly in love with a boy who sends me love letters, I sing for him Beyonce.
yes, I'm delicate.
just like the rest of you.
if you are sincere, let’s wash our hands of this and move on.
children named Lily.
there are so many things that are left to remind me of what was and what never came to be. so many plans and hopes and promises. so many stories I’ve already forgotten. I wonder, would I have forgotten anyway; is this part of the process? do you see? I’ve grown. do you see? I’ve completely changed. do you see? so much of me stayed the same.
who says it’s love?
who says it isn’t?
kismet
lavender.
a lost mirror found.
one, two, three, four, five.
the mysterious appearance of perennials.
a simple sacrifice.
