“She is more than just her body.
Pay attention to the way she speaks about her dreams.
I mean really pay attention.
When you see the way her eyes light up when she tells you about her passions; you will swear that God gave you your own personal star to take care of.
Stop her if she apologizes for being a burden, and assure her that you enjoy her presence and her smile that grows wider and warmer with each second like the morning sunrise.
If she doesn’t apologize, stay quiet; that means she is sure of herself and that’s wonderful.
Listen to her thoughts long enough, and you will realize that she is more than strawberry lips and satin skin.
Her voice will become your favorite song, the runner up being her laugh only because there’s just something about the way she sounds at 2am when everything is quiet except the inside of your head and she is all you can tolerate.
You will look in the mirror and your reflection will feel incomplete; the space left over when she is not around will tug on the heartstrings you forgot you had until you next meet and when you do, you will question how her soul can be so shiny in such a dark world.
She will become everything you think you want and everything you fear; her words spoken with an intensity that will make you believe there is fire coursing through her veins hotter than the flames of life that forged her.
The only thing able to match the heat will be the way she touches you like she wishes she could burn her name onto your skin, not knowing that you already feel like her image is seared into your eyelids, and as if things couldn’t get any worse, she will smell amazing.
She is a hurricane and you will know this but you will want to call her home.
I’m telling you, she is more than just her body.
And if you managed to see her naked, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
-Maxwell Diawuoh


“Maybe I should have
walked on eggshells,
kept my face down,
and only spoke
when spoken to.

It’s not like
he broke my tooth
or cracked a bone.
Even if
the shirts were ripped
at least he didn’t
make me bleed.

If I gave him 
the satisfaction,
if I had been meek enough,
Instead of wanting
to laugh and play
buying comic books
when I got paid;

Maybe if I understood
his rage
I wouldn’t have been
slapped in the face,
had my hair pulled,
Or been hit with the broom
the mop, the dust mop,
the brush, the boot,
the belt, or whatever
he could use.

Maybe, I deserved the bruise,
the welt, the agony,
the isolation.
Maybe, I shouldn’t have been born.

It must have been my fault.
It had to be my fault
or else it doesn’t
make any sense at all.”
-Tumblr graff.1980


“To the one who loves her next,

She’s terrified of spiders. So when you’re out late with friends and she texts you freaking out because there’s one on her window, please go kill it. She won’t sleep otherwise.

She is a total textbook introvert. She won’t reply for hours and sometimes you won’t see her for a week. You will take this personally. Don’t. She’s simply taking care of herself and she’ll tell you how much she missed you while she was away.

She’ll get very jealous. My god, she gets so jealous. Those brown eyes will turn a deep green. She hates that about herself, and she doesn’t mean to do it. Remember, she loves you. Reassure her that you love her too.

On that topic, she needs constant reassurance. Tell her you love her and mean it. If you can’t do that, leave. She deserves more than that.

There will be nights when she goes out and drinks a little too much. She’ll call you to bring her home. When you do, she’ll try to keep you up all night by tickling you and repeating “I love you and I’m sorry I’m annoying.” She’s not annoying. But make sure she has plenty of water and don’t let her pass out until she drinks it, or she will be miserable in the morning.

She is the most independent woman I know. But she’s so insecure, it still breaks my heart. So when she starts an argument with “you don’t love me.” Do not get upset. Remind her you do and the reasons why. She’ll come around.

The cat comes first. Always. Don’t ever think otherwise.

Make her tea and remember the way she takes her coffee. She will notice.

When she’s having an anxiety attack, wrap her up in your arms and rub her back. Tell her she’s safe and remind her that she has medication if she needs it.

If you cannot treat her like royalty, let someone else. That girl deserves the world.

Losing her is a pain you will never shake. Your world will come crashing down on you and those pieces won’t ever fit the way they used to. Don’t let her go.

She will love you with all she’s got. Please give her the same.
I am begging you to not hurt her. She is golden. Don’t let that shine die out.

Give her your all and she’ll return the favor. You will never have to ask the universe for anything ever again.”
-Sincerely, a name you’ll hear in passing


“Don’t you sometimes wish that you could just burn away an old version of yourself, to become someone new, someone better? Burn it all away, with all the bad times and people that have caused you pain. Well you can. Of course it’s not easy. You can’t forget the past, but you can devalue it. Cut the strings holding you back and move on. I did.”
-Tim Myers – Hills to Climb


“I should add, in Amy’s defense, that she’d asked me twice if I wanted to talk, if I was sure I wanted to do this. I sometimes leave out details like that. It’s more convenient for me. In truth, I wanted her to read my mind so I didn’t have to stoop to the womanly art of articulation. I was sometimes as guilty of playing the figure-me-out game as Amy was. I’m a big fan of the lie of omission.”
-Nick Dunne, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn