date someone who is interested in you. i don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. i mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. someone who wants to read every word you write. someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song & watch every scene of your favourite movie. someone who wants to find every scar upon your body & learn where each one came from. someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste & which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. there is a difference between attraction & interest. find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are & hold onto them
― #jenniferfayemitchell
8:18 am  •  14 October 2014
if - what a word that is.
5:18 pm  •  12 October 2014
if - what a word that is.
11:19 am  •  12 October 2014
treat her like you’re still trying to win her heart & you’ll never lose her. she doesn’t want material things, she can provide those for herself. she wants you. your time, your passion, your energy. be spontaneous, buy her flowers, kiss her when everyone’s watching… sweep her off her feet as often as you can & watch her fall in love with you over & over again.
3:30 pm  •  6 October 2014
the moment you feel a need to delete a message, you’re doing wrong. find someone who’s loyal when you’re not around
5:58 pm  •  5 October 2014
i think one of the worst feelings i’ve ever experienced was watching my mum die of lung cancer. not because i was losing a parent & my bestfriend, because as heartbreaking as it was i was at peace with that. because i knew, wherever she was going… whatever comes next… has to be a more peaceful & pain free place than where she was. no, what was the worst was that the people closest to me, tried & still do try to tell me how i should feel & how i should act. no, i didn’t cry. no, i didn’t take a day off work. & yes it has ‘hit me’ already. the 30 days she had between her diagnosis & death was over. & i was relieved because she was no longer suffering. life goes on kids & its a club, the dead parent club. you can’t be in it until you’re in it. so until you are, please do not tell me how i should feel.
6:41 pm  •  3 October 2014

she is not “my girl.”

she belongs to herself. & i am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, & night-by-night.

how much more blessed can i be?

4:13 am  •  24 September 2014
coming home to her every night means so many things. it is a literal action, an abstract idea, a physical feeling. it is a choice, a promise & a declaration. it is a return, not as a person to a place but from oneself to another. it is one individual saying to another you are the one i choose. so show her off. shout to the world that she is yours & you are hers. take pictures of her when she’s not looking - you are capturing all the moments you love about her & what make her yours that she does not yet know exist. be spontaneous. never stop reminding her that she is the one you choose & continue to choose everyday.
4:26 pm  •  26 August 2014
how do you know when you’re good enough?
5:36 pm  •  23 August 2014  •  1 note