KatRae

When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.

Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

i value god-sent relationships so much. the inspiring kind, the love giving. the raw, the manifested. if you have that, celebrate the rarity

Don’t flatter yourself if you read what I write. I may be writing about you but I’m sure as hell am not doing it for you. I write by myself and for myself.

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.

Oftentimes, I find myself bathed in wanderlust. Consumed by it. Those are my favorite moments. When my desire to see the world overshadows my anxiety of being in new places. It makes me feel normal. Makes me feel whole. Makes me feel f r e e.

Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls my life.