Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
I refuse to leave him sitting in the living room.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.