the other day I was telling someone how I have a handful of friends and he asked me how many exactly. so we counted all the names on the call together and surprisingly it went over 8. And he said, “that’s not less. that’s just about enough. you can conquer the world with just 3 good ones”

sometimes friendships and relationships aren’t as easy as you’d want them to be and that’s okay

Pain is subjective and so is love

You know how you give a piece of your heart everyday to someone and yet you never receive even a quarter of it?

At 23, today; I’ve really grown away from the notion that changing cities, places would solve the emotional turmoil when the conflict is internal. Your fear, stress, insecurities, anger will eventually catch up with you- sooner or later; if not with him here, then with her there.

sometimes the edge of the cliff is less of a surrender and more so an indication to make a choice,

have y’all ever felt strangely but deeply attracted to something so vast that it can encompass you wholly and still not know of your existence

As usual as someone else, I think I fear separation the most, more than I thought I did probably. I can feel myself sinking, my hands sweaty even writing this but emotions are so aggressively dimensional, I think I can write a page on how I feel and still not feel satisfied about having done a great job at explaining.

You can be your own storm and your sail

Don’t let anybody ever make you believe that you’re not good at something you do or that you don’t deserve better. Your heart and soul that has been poured into the work knows you better.