New Age Bookie.

This is the exact damn face I make whenever my husband interupts me every five minutes for a stupid Facebook post. 😂😂

ask a bookworm!

Being friends with content creators and artists/authors is such a strange thing, because you can be moved by a piece of art, and absolutely enamored with a story–sobbing into your pillow at 4am because you can’t put it down–and then, just randomly remember that the person that created this incredible thing, is someone you send shitposts to at one in the morning, and exchange recipes with, and flail over your faves with, and talk about all your ridiculous ideas with.

The things we love destroy us every time…Remember that.

I can not believe it took one person to destroy me One person to discard all of my trust for anyone One person to make me forget who my real friends were One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind One person to trick me into thinking that I should never say anything One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault

She was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could.

When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Maybe that’s worse, not letting ourselves be loved. Because we’re too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.

Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.