It’ll be so much easier than Lindsey thinks.

All I have to do is show him how good it feels to understand and be understood.

If I show him what it feels like to be truly loved, then he’ll finally know how to love me back.

It’s all about matching energies — he just doesn’t know how to match mine yet.

I’m sure he’ll stop leaving bruises soon.

I’m sure, one day, he’ll hear me when I say no.

I’m almo...

“How do you know the deceased?”

“Well, here’s the thing…” I started shakily.

How do I explain the way I know this corpse, almost better than I know myself? How their lips have kissed through my skin and healed my soul, my heart. How I have hoped to get lost in his eyes, in the speckled forest his eyes have…had, for as long as I could? How it was taking me all my strength to hold my waterfal...

In a world full of roses, be a garden.

Shower the earth with everything you’ve bloomed.

Show every fruit born of your tending labor.

Taste the sustenance made from your tears.

Give yourself lavender to protect your peace.

Give yourself oleander to honor hidden danger.

Give yourself cactus for your strength to grow through drought

Show yourself through all that you have created

Roses ,my dear -...