Just Words And Writing

Anyone else have this odd, seemingly borne from nowhere sense of feeling like you can’t light a candle until your whole home is clean

I’ve decided every woman who spends most of her time alone is one of my soulmates

We are alone in this world together

I do not appreciate negativity in the morning I just woke up I am operating on a renewed plane pls do not sully my internal space w your onslaughts. Get back to me at noon or something

Pleasure is easy. Sex is exciting. But nothing compares to talking with someone who feels like home until the sun comes up.

Iwtv is a dead wife and Tvl is an aborted son

Bad things will happen to you. So will good things. And the things in between too. I’ll be there for all of them if you’ll let me

Feels like something good and big may be coming. If only I allowed myself to sink into this sensation instead of breaking off into the thought that I’m undeserving or it’s an untruth or I misread a sign

I feel BORED and UNFULFILLED. Ultimately I am neither of these things and feelings are fleeting

It’s just me and my never ending rumination

Open your windows, air your home out, clean your space, buy flowers to reward that renewal, shower with eucalyptus, light a candle, wish on the new moon