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Pour That Second Cup of Coffee + Get Cozy
Give her back those silent nights.
Please proceed to step out of the woods.
The fight to bury you.
I mean, I wonder if the hands that made that sweatshirt ever juggled with the idea that an eighteen year old girl, probably countries away, would one day grip that sweatshirt like it was oxygen and her existence all mashed up in the cotton material.
Welcome to the valley.
You are not forgotten in all of this, you are becoming something new. Lay down your armor. Meet things face-to-face. Let the work be done. Let the slow and quiet work be done right.
You can't be all the things.
And let’s me be honest: not needing people, and not knowing how to need people, is the saddest thing in the world. It’s sad and it’s empty and it will leave you hollow and begging for the “more” you don’t know how to swallow your pride and ask for.
How to be "less busy."
We were just completely here in a world that makes me feel us feel like we always need to be somewhere else.
This is just the night talking.
Love is not a piece of cake.
Show me love that is bigger than my brain, my bullies, my ballads and my bruises. I want a love so rich and so foreign that when it comes in my direction I think that I must give it a new name to make up for all the years I never knew what to call it.
The book is ready for pre-order!
I am excited to share that my first book If You Find This Letter (March 10, 2015) is available for pre-order!
Stop sleeping with liars.
Stop crawling into bed at night, pulling the covers over your body, and letting liars hiss inside your ear: you’re unworthy. You’re not good enough. You’re falling short. You’re a burden. You’re alone.
New girl.
Change is not a trick-or-treater. Isn't that the scary part? Change knows exactly what it wants when it comes to your door. It’s you. Your whole body. Your whole being. The parts of yourself you said you didn’t want to release so soon.
Do what it takes to make me your gold.
My booklist brings all the boys to the yard.
Field Notes: Vol. 5
You get to lay down your armor too.
It’s easier to touch a lot of lives instead of laying your hands upon a few and refusing to let go.
P.S. I miss you.
Untitled. For too many good reasons.
I am a girl who has only ever known how to want big things.
Field Notes: Vol. 4
A "life is so fragile and quick" kind of letter.
So that's why I am writing this. Because even if I am fearful, there is much to say. And it's selfish to let my insecurities speak louder than my love. I don't care if my life is big or grand or short or long, I just want to make sure I told you everything when I had you. I don't want fear to be the pilot, flying an airplane full of unsaid words.
The devil, the fighter, and Jimmy with his roses.
Maybe we just came down here to learn how to be relentless, little fighters & good keepers of one another.