Witch Baby

1. Time does not heal. Time makes you forget and does a good job of making memories blurry. Take healing into your own hands - don’t wait for someone else to do it. 2. Do not waste your I love you’s. The more you flaunt the word around to people you’ve just met and early lovers, the less it will mean when love really hits. 3. Create a list of things you want to do in life. I’m not talking about going to see the northern lights or visiting Hawaii. The little things that can be easy to accomplish such as: trying caviar, painting your room, and trying that new sushi place. Checking off the little things in life is the best self-esteem boost. 4. Always take the high road. If you’re working with rude people or someone has done wrong to you, do not stoop to their level. What’s goes around will come back around. Trust me. 5. Offer to help. People appreciate someone that genuinely wants to give a helping hand whether it’s setting the table or carrying heavy boxes. 6. Stop being hard on yourself. Who cares if you did not get an A on that test? Does it matter if you embarrassed yourself at lunch the other day? Move on. We’re only human. 7. Read more. 8. Be open minded. People who can not see past their own opinions do not go anywhere in life. 9. Accept your flaws. 10. Invest in yourself. Buy yourself that new art set, or new shoes, or order some good take out. The little things in life are often over looked, but they add up in the best ways.

You make up stories in your brain, to console your damned heart.

When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.

Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.

Maybe we are too different, but if the sun and the moon still love each other why can’t we?

I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.

How do I tell him? How do I tell him that falling in love with him has made me the most fragile I’ve ever been? Should I say his past haunts me and that he can break me with just a word? How do I tell him that the past girls he’s fallen in love with look nothing like me and its terrifying? How do I tell him that I’m insecure? That it takes everything within me to let things go, and that I’m trying to not scare him away? How can I stop comparing myself to the way he treated the others? Do I admit that I need the validation? Do I admit that his list of female friends intimidates me and that I need reminders hes happy with his choice? That He didn’t settle? How can I protect my heart ? How do I ensure that This. Is. Real. That being fragile is okay, for it means I trust his rough hands enough not to break me. That his past has shaped his heart into the only one I want to listen to beat in bed. That though ive seen the power behind his words, with me theyve only whispered sweet poems. And perhaps he hasnt experienced morning curls such as mine I know he’ll find a way to love their shape. That it’s good that I’m different, cause though I may not have long blonde hair like the girl of his dreams, or a perfect body like the girl that broke his heart. And though I may not be as sexy as the girls he follows on social media he’s found something in me that made him stay. That he can’t possibly know that I’m insecure and broken if I don’t speak up and there’s no shame in wanting to be shown off. That I must find comfort in knowing that he’s trying. And above all It’s completely okay to want to protect my heart but it’s not okay to build walls. This is REAL love That real love IS vulnerability, it’s knowing that love is a choice. He chose me and has continued to choose me. What makes this love real is that I have no safety nets that a risk does exist. So. How do I tell him? How do I tell him that I’ve always liked the nights sky but fell in love with it when we first kissed. That just as it’s impossible to know the birth place of the stars how unlikely it is we were brought together by chance? How do I tell him that I thank those stars every night they were there at that party. That I’m grateful he was so persistent. How do I tell him I’ve never been this uncertain yet so sure of something in my life. That I love him. How do I show him I love him?