Whispers & Wisdom

Sometimes the hardest part of existing without your loved ones was remembering how to breathe.

Turning 23

I'm more than just the youngest daughter

Forgotten

Invisible Scars

Every deep conversation ends with me questioning my entire life choices. Especially the talking parts.

Addiction sneaks up on you. It’s a subtle thing. You get a taste, you revel in the buzz, and then you begin to crave another hit. You know the high is temporary, but the craving is a bitch.

But you can’t silence heartbreak. It’s loud and painful. Even after you grieve and heal, it lingers in the background, sliding back into your life just when you think you’ve overcome it.

Words don’t get written from a heart that’s never felt. They come from pain, from love, from unspeakable depths

I think feelings can be like toddlers. They can be messy, out of control, and driven by wanting things they aren’t ready to have. But they’re still vulnerable, and full of hope.

There's nothing in the world quite like being part of a fandom. Never let anyone shame you for it. Read those books. Watch those movies. Binge those TV shows. Love those characters. Admire those celebrities. Write that fan-fiction. Draw that fan art. Go to those conventions. Sing that (on-hiatus, totally-not-broken-up) boy band at the top of your lungs. Do what makes you happy.

You know that place in between nightmares and dreams? The place where tomorrows never come and yesterdays don’t hurt anymore? The place where your heart beats in sync with mine? The place where time doesn’t exist, and it’s easy to breathe? I want to live there with you. –TC

It was amazing how our minds crafted stories for strangers who probably needed love more than our close-minded judgments.