Your body is a temple; People need to earn the right to; worship you the way you deserve I preach about this motto to all my girlfriends on a daily basis. I have a fucking Post-It reminder taped to my mirror in my bedroom. I stare at that stupid yellow piece of paper every fucking…
Tag: self care
Dreaming.
I don’t dream of you anymore. And I don’t mean when I’m sleeping. I mean the dreams I would cherish when I was awake and drugged by you. I’d lay into the crevices of my mind, and wander into the fantasy: the kids, the house with the open kitchen, the sunflower garden, Dinners together, the…
