Situationships Are Trash & You Can’t Change My Fucking Mind.

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…

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…