The need to feel understood. I think we all have it. We all want someone to believe that we make complete and utter sense. That there is no defect. I am starting to understand that there is a treasure hidden in being misunderstood
Read MoreSeptember is my favorite time of the year. Autumns Indian summer. Golden leaves, sunbeams, crisp air and warm coffee in the evenings. Autumn makes me nostalgic and justifies cozy stay-ins with fairy lights
Read MoreAutumn air makes me dream a bit. For me it is like an reminder of what I once found to be true. The smell of crisp air containing all the memories you tried so hard to forget... and where do we go from here.
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