I spill my virtual ink on virtual paper with my non-existent thoughts for some non-existent love, in hope that someone out there will grow to love the parts I have not yet learned to love myself.
“You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops? Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a little harder than before.” Under The Bridge was created for the sole purpose of being your bridge on a cold rainy day.
So hang on tight darling — and don’t you dare let go.
A reader, writer and hopeless romantic. This blog contains poetry, scattered thoughts and memoirs of a teenage girl whom writes a little about herself, a little about others, and a whole lot about what goes on in her head. ✒️
NOTE : You may want to grab a blanket or two and snuggle in with a warm cup of cocoa. ☕️