There are times when you need the peace and healing that can only come from solitude.
Sometimes I forget to look for you in me and get lost in myself. Half the times, I’m sorry for it.
I can see you in me every time I look at the mirror. I see you, and you, and you, and you.
Being a high achiever and perfectionist has its dark side. Starting with a ferocious competitiveness and an implacable need to win. Wish I could resist myself. Sometimes.
Ironic that we spend most of our childhood/teen years trying to belong and then most of our adulthood trying to be different and unique.
Innately talented to let myself fall into joy faster than into adequacy.
I can tell you how I feel without saying one single word.
Does it make you smile when I write about you between the lines?
I write your name in my notebooks from time to time. Calligraphy and all.
I can take the lead but I need you to watch over me. Just a bit.
I’m one of those persons who needs to move to think. Move to think.
Give me sunshine, fruit and music. I’ll be happy forever.
What I enjoy the most of being an adult has more things to do with childhood than with being a grown-up.
Makes me so sad that Time flies away that when I can linger on him, I try to make him fall in love with me so he won’t ever leave me.
Early comes the time when you discover your mother was not right in everything she said. Then comes the time when you realize she was right, after all, in many things.
Of whom are you most envious of? Does it burn to the core?
I’m ready, I’m ready! Come life, I’m waiting for you!
Turns out the older I get, the more different I am from how I thought I’d be twenty years ago. My life is way less fancy but also happier.
What are you doing today that makes you happy?