I haven’t seen Fleabag, but this speech came up on Instagram and I loved it ( Read more... )

I am frozen to my core.

Seeing your name.

Reading your nagging.

You still think that's the way to get my attention. Were you drunk when you wrote it? Why did you search my name after all this time?

I hate that I search for you and can't find you. It's like you know it will drive me insane, trying to solve the puzzle of you.

It makes my skin ( Read more... )

I'm living in little breaths.

Little gasps.

The comma between phrases.

I wish for the nourishment of a deep inhale and the satisfaction of an even larger exhale.

In your heart of hearts you believe in the outcome you seek.

Faith

A word that I've rarely held in my mouth.

Perhaps trust is better

Less baggage.

It's hard to let the unknown ( Read more... )

I am curating my persona today ( Read more... )

The hardest part about this secret is not being able to be in love in the open. To not be able to kiss him in front of people. To not exclaim “I’M IN LOVE” at the top of my voice. I just need to pretend that I haven’t met my perfect partner and go about my life with a mask on ( Read more... )

It’s starting to happen ( Read more... )

I think he prefers me when I’m far away. Faded like an old photograph. Unavailable, like the old caller ID message. Making you wonder “who is that?” It’s the mystery. When I’m present, he ignores me, cuts me off - hush - be small ( Read more... )

The Fool is about taking a risk. Stepping off the cliff. Trusting yourself to take the leap.

I drew the fool two days ago. I immediately knew why. I knew what cliff I was about to walk off of.

I am too much.

As usual I just had to say something too soon and make it weird.

I just for a moment had hope.

Silly, Nissa. Hope is for kids.

I had an idea today for a rom-com.

A romance centered around a livejournal.

Our protagonist, let's call her Delilah, writes about her young adult crush in her livejournal. She pours all of her pangs of unrequited love into the electronic vault.

Later, the subject of her affection, let's call him James, comes across the entries in a wild google ( Read more... )