Real Life

I dreamt of this

I dreamt of this

Sunday light creeped through the window, and I stirred, an arm heavy over my waist. I rolled over to face him, and he hugged me in tight. Good morning. In an instant, I was seventeen again, back in my sky blue room, in my tiny daybed with a phone resting against my...

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How to move on from things that hurt

How to move on from things that hurt

This isn't exactly a fun subject to talk about. As an adult, when my heart hurts, I typically do my best to hide it, to stuff it down. And I'd bet it's a safe guess to say I'm not alone here. I rocked broken hearts like a champ when I was a teenager. I had the emo...

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