Am I stuck here, here in the breath before the budding, the break before the blossoms? There is a Spring inside us, and it wants so badly to explode into life.
Twenty-one. A firm believer that life mirrors nature, and--if we look closely enough--all of the answers we need are right outside our windows.
A lover of Kappa, books, knowledge, music, lyrics, and life.
I could write a thousand poems about him and it still wouldn’t explain how his laughter could move mountains.
The Fall is falling
and coming are the cold winds,
coming is the snow.
I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.
She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another.
He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.
But to evolve you have to dismantle, and that means accepting the idea that nothing you’ve created in the past matters anymore, except that it brought you here. To pick up your new marching orders.
Typewriter Series #768 by Tyler Knott Gregson
There are so many things I want to say. My heart is so heavy with emotion and my head is swimming with thoughts. But sometimes the weight is too much—too much for smiles, too much even for words. I have to hope that, like healing, the words will come easier with time.