Words Of My Heart
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
© Thomas Brault You were never listening to your heart. And now… you have lost mine.View Post
© Juan Galafa I need you to put the melody to my words, to give sense to my thoughts, And…View Post
© Sylvain Reygaerts Be different. And be proud of it. Don’t pay attention to what people might think or say.…View Post
© Sweet Ice Cream Photography I want my love to be so overwhelming. Both for me and the people I…View Post
I’m just trying to talk to someone. To reach out. To find a way out. But you’re busy, you’re out…View Post
Today was Father’s Day, and I guess it doesn’t make much sense to post on this occasion, when you don’t have a dad in your life anymore.
But I thought I would write down and share a few words anyway.
Because my dad passed away, and it still is a tragedy today.
Nevertheless, I am thankful.
I am thankful for the other men in my life.View Post
We only have one shot at life. And I believe it’s all about knowing that each time a door closes, another one opens. And that we should grab whatever chance we have of doing the things we want and need to do or say, the things we love, with the people we care for.View Post
This Is A Thank You Letter To My Best Friend, For Sticking With Me Throughout The Nights I’m Drowning
some words are too important to be read on a fleeting screen.
some words need to be handwritten.
I am a strong, young woman living with depression, and to most, it doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t match their definition or their idea of what this mental illness looks like as if the two were somehow incompatible. But they are or at least can be.View Post
My beautiful dad would have turned 56 on 24 March of this year. And as a present for him today,…View Post
My heart is beating so fast,
It feels like it’s gonna break down my ribcage,
Pierce my skin,
And go find peace to the place it’s beating for.
Writing a book or actually simply writing is like archiving. Archiving thoughts, feelings, emotions, doubts, fears and joys. Hopes, dreams, tenderness and love.View Post
I have always followed my heart. People know me as the girl who always follows her heart, who makes decisions…View Post
Waking up later than usual, strolling at the flower market on Columbia Road, letting the scent of a lavender bunch take me back to the south of France, making pancakes, watching a Harry Potter film wrapped in a warm blanket, and taking a purple bath… these are some of the things I like to do on a Sunday. And the list never ends…View Post