I want a broken heart.

I want my heart to be broken. And I want it to hurt. That gnawing, empty, breath-taking heartbreak. You know the feeling, right? I definitely know it. I’ve spent my life relentlessly attempting to avoid it. It absolutely terrifies me. But in spite of my constant efforts, I’ve still had my heart broken at least … More I want a broken heart.

How I learned to turn insecurity into courage. (It’s super easy)

I hate making friends.  Having friends is one of the biggest perks of being a human, but making them is the worst.  A real friend knows you.  All the good things and all the bad things.  Obviously.  And that’s fine.  Great, even.  I wish everyone knew me, knew everything.  But that would mean I have … More How I learned to turn insecurity into courage. (It’s super easy)