The warm smell of coffee and bacon glides through the house.
The rain was pouring down outside. Puddles had started to form and the breeze was becoming colder.
Hello. It’s me. But obviously you know that because you’re with me every single day.
We haven’t met yet. Or maybe we have but we are yet to cross paths again. Who knows?
Is there a purpose? What does it all mean? Am I ever going to feel normal?
I can’t explain how thankful I am for the woman that my mother is
Have you ever loved somebody so much that it hurts? Everything changes because of them.
The candyfloss pale pink entwined with the pastel blue greeted me with a smile.
Love is eating an ice cream on a hot day as you feel the grass in between your toes.
Hello 16 year old me. I have a few things that I wish I could tell you.