Love that hears you before you even speak
Love that mends you before you even break
Love that is fluent in knowing what you want
Love that pulls you when you push away
Eyes that look at you when you're not looking
Ears that listen when you are mumbling
Arms that carry all your burdens
And oh that touch that makes moments tender
I hope this love finds you
Or you find it
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
Maybe we spend our whole lives searching for love
Because we never truly know what it is.
And every time we think we’ve found it,
It changes, it evolves, it becomes something more,
Again and again,
Until it asks us to define it once more.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 1:54 AM UTC
This tug-of-war is emotionally exhausting
Joy and grief can coexist
It's okay to rest, your body is healing
Take all the help you need, you are not weak for asking
And just so you hear it from someone else too:
You are not broken.
You are not ungrateful.
You are not failing.
You’re a mother in a season of transition, grief, love, hormones, memory, and attachment - all at once.
Rest tonight. Let “okay” be enough.
You don't need to explain. You don't have to justify anything.
This is not a breaking—
it is a becoming,
slow and quiet,
and you are allowed to rest inside it.
This season asks for tenderness, not answers.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
My heart, which is roughly as big as my clenched fists, cradles another 7 lb angel within it.
With every heartbeat, love and loss rewrite their meanings - again and again, as long as I live.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
To be understood without having to explain yourself
To be held without having to fall apart
To be loved without having to beg for it
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
9 years ago
You could have given me a pen
And I would have written a hundred words
All about longing and sorrow
Now
All I hold are crayons
Given to me by a toddler
Who looks exactly like the person I love the most
Coloring endlessly
Talking about dolphins and rainbows
Oh how good life has gotten
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 1:30 AM UTC
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
Aug 5, 2023
Aug 5, 2023 at 8:01 AM UTC
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
Aug 5, 2023
Aug 5, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC