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❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞

why are writing books so hard but coming up with ideas isn’t?

Your theme is pretty cute! ♡

how long should a playlist be?
          
          me with over 400 songs in my playlist: um.

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“I’m so paralyzed, I can’t feel anything. My body’s gone numb.”

perfect for me - snippet
          
          from cherry wine and vanilla cake to medium rare steak and champagne. exquisite at its finest. but something was missing from his life, a piece of his heart ripped out and placed in something. it tells him to find it, to become whole again. in the midst of the crowd, the girl with the paper crown locks eyes with him and for a split second, he felt whole before their eyes shifted away from each other.

i call her you - short story teaser
          
          skies filled with golden light peer through the curtains of her new apartment, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she held the photograph in her palms. she held back a sob, trying to forget the memories and start anew. but something, somewhere in her heart, she decided to see him one last time. 

forever, you. my one and only.

to the only ex i’ve ever had
          
          u made me feel something, something that i’ve never felt before. butterflies pile up in my stomach at the thought of u, a pink glow forms on my cheekbones whenever we exchange glances in the classroom. five years ago, i didn’t even notice u, but now i can’t get u out of my mind. ur honey skin glowing in the orange sunlight as we watch the sunset together. or the times where we rode our bikes around the countryside, ruffling your bed hair when i ring the doorbell every morning, the aroma of pancakes flooding my nostrils. who knew that even after all this time, i still love u from far away. waiting for you to find me again.