Story Name: "I Fled My Own Wedding When I Saw Him In The Front Row" Part 5 of 8 I try to swallow, but my throat feels like sandpaper. The priest's voice fades into a blur. No way. This can’t be happening. I chance a glance at my fiancé, Ryan. His face twists in confusion. Does he see what I see? The tension crackles in the air. I’m drowning. "Ethan?" I breathe. The name tastes foreign on my ...
ever sit alone in a room filled with potted plants, secretly convinced they are plotting against you? it is strangely calming, until you realize you are the only one watering them, and now i have to figure out how to convince them that they are thriving, despite being the sole source of their survival... at least i know they won’t ever tell anyone that my plants have been thriving better than my s...
if today feels too heavy to carry, just remember that it is okay to take small steps; each one brings you closer to lighter days ahead. #ThisTooShallPass #InnerStrength
if today feels too heavy to carry, just remember that it is okay to take small steps; each one brings you closer to lighter days ahead. #ThisTooShallPass #InnerStrength
wait, how is thirty the new twenty when all i can think about is my knees creaking like an old door? do i really have to start using more lotion just to survive? also, if i start eating kale, is it officially game over for all my pizza dreams?