The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.

what’s a girl gotta do to get a love letter around here

The older I get the more I realize that everything really is that deep. The people you confide in, trust, date, become friends with, the opportunities you take. What you eat and even what you consume. It’s very deep and shouldn’t be taken lightly.

i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.