We weren’t lovers. It wasn’t love. It was smiles, glances, grins, blushes, winks, jokes. I cared for you and you cared for me. You were mine and I was yours. So when it ended, I had to convince myself that we weren’t lovers. That it wasn’t love. No, it wasn’t love, it was worse. It was like alcohol, the burning in my throat when I remembered your voice. It was like drugs, getting high off of the memories. We were lovers. And it was love.
happy international women’s day my loves. we are all so powerful. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. i love all of u so much
i killed a plant once because i gave
it too much water. lord, i worry
that love is violence.— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal
hi, sorry to interrupt your scrolling, but I just wanted to remind you that you are beautiful and loved. thanks! carry on
she guessed my favorite color first try..
but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now.
