wanderlusting

You can't live your life trying to please everyone but yourself, because you're going to end up the only person unhappy.

Regret. When it happens, and I mean really happens to you, it's like discovering a new sound.

They think that second chances and new beginnings are something you just do, but I know the truth. Those are things that you have to earn.

This, I realize with vague surprise, is what it feels like to settle in - to begin believing that life can be okay again.

What I need. A spark. Chemistry. A few stolen kisses, wandering hands, whispered words in a quiet corner where someone might catch us. He'd press me up against a wall, cradle my hands in his hands, and kiss me like he means it...

Laters, baby.

I was goddamn lucky to have you and I just wish I knew that before it was too late.

Did I hurt you so much you started to doubt your worth?

Some wounds may not disappear but they do get numb.