Years ago, I felt so sad because I felt like I was unworthy of love - and I wanted it so bad.

I feel like I'm really worthy of it now! Not just because I've realized my intrinsic value as a human being + am confident now + all that jazz, but because I feel like I'm making ~progress~!

I feel so good. I'm so happy I can make other people happy!

"He loved the musical tragedy more."

The interpretation is yours. (In other words, I want to know.)

(I know I just stole that from the song and changed the lyrics, but... pretend you didn't notice for my sake.)

"Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?"

Do they? I don't think they do. What about that day at the beach that Julio held my hand out in waters too deep for me to stand? What about that day that I woke to ( Read more... )