what is love.

People perpetually recount stories

about how their significant other

changed them for life,

made them a better person,

replaced their bad habits.

But you and I,

we’re not like that.

You give love to all my insecurities

and embrace all my flaws.

You accept that sometimes

I’m too tired to face the day.

You believe in me

when I can’t believe in myself.

You say it’s okay when sometimes

I don’t want to go out for the night.

You comfort me

when I feel like my world is caving in.

You don’t try to change me,

but you make me want to change myself.

You make me want to go out

and achieve all my goals.

You make me want to seize

every single day.

You make me want to take risks

I’ve never taken before.

You make me want to treat

everyone with kindness.

You make me want to be a better person.

I know that you’d accept me

exactly how I am,

but I want to do better,

I want to be better,

for you.

And I think that’s what love is.

  • m.f.

Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.

“I know I’m still young and there’s a lot of time for things to happen, but sometimes I think there is something about me that’s wrong, that I’m not the kind of person anyone can fall in love with, and that I’ll always just be alone.”

we’re all runners.

I’ve never been a fast runner,

my body just wasn’t built for it.

My legs too short,

my strides too small.

I discovered this fact

when I was young

and I watched the world zoom past me,

so fast-paced and quick,

and I simply couldn’t catch up.

I became enveloped

in keeping up with the latest fads

and staying up to date with the trends

that I never had the chance

to take a breath.

It was all

be like this,

wear that,

look like her,

date him,

buy those,

drink these,

do everything.

So I kept running,

and I kept sprinting

until my lungs were burning

and my head was dizzy

and my legs were lead

and I couldn’t take another step.


So I stopped.

And I caught my breath.

And I cleared my head.

I realized I didn’t have to keep up

with these trends and these fads,

and I didn’t have to listen to the world

telling me how to live my life,

because while it’s a

fast-paced earth we live on,

no one’s ticketing you

for going too slow or too quick.

I think deep down we’re all runners,

some of us marathoners,

some of us sprinters,

joggers or speedsters,

slow or fast,

and I think if we

let the world dictate our speed,

then we’d all be running the same race.

So whether we’re running from our problems,

or running towards our goals,

we have the power to choose

if we sprint

or if we jog

or even if we walk

because we’re all trying

to finish our own race.

  • m.f.

“If I ask you what you love, the answers will likely roll off your tongue. You love to read. You love to write. You love birds, music, flowers…your mom, your dad, your brother, your sister, your cousin, your best friend, your dog. How long do you think you could go on before you said ‘I love myself.'”


I was told recently to think about what makes me who I am, and I want to be completely honest: I have absolutely no idea. They told me to think. Was I made up of the movies I’ve seen or the celebrities I love or the things that I think. I don’t know. And the more I think about what makes me so damn “special” the more I lose track of what exactly makes me, me. So I’ll start with the things I know. I read. A lot. There is only one book that I have read that I don’t like and that is Romeo and Juliet because honestly, they were both dumb kids in love. I watch television. If I calculated how much time I spent watching all my different TV shows, it would add up to more than 5 months. I’ve seen more movies than I can even remember and countless more I wish I could forget. I play basketball and I’m good enough to be better than some people but I’m not incredible. I’m smart. Smart enough to feel proud but not smart enough. And all of these things I know and none of them are the building blocks of me. So maybe there is not a me to build. Maybe all of the movies and books and TV shows I’ve watched have made me become what I wish I could be. A survivor. Brave. Intriguing. Mysterious. A little presumptuous. A person someone can believe in. A person someone would want to be around. I think maybe instead of me, I’m all the characters that I’ve loved. The ones that I’ve loved and lost. The ones that I’ve watched win. The ones that I’ve seen get back up when everything looks bleak. The ones that I care about more than myself. Maybe I’m my own character built up from the ashes and tears and ruins of the ones left behind, forgotten, or finished. Maybe what makes me special is that I’ve got a little bit of every kind of person inside. I am brave and kind and adventurous and mysterious and wonderful and magical and all the words in between. 

Everything in the world makes me who I am. And it does it for you too.

  • e.o.

for jake.

Death takes countless people everyday,

people who were too young to die,

people who didn’t deserve to die,

people who didn’t want to die.

And I know

that you’ve cried out to God,

asking Him why

He takes people too soon,

begging him to

bring back your loved ones,

but God has bigger plans, my love.

And I know

that you’ve suffered

immense pain and heartbreak

because the one that was taken from you

will never get to celebrate

all the birthdays they would’ve had,

will never get to say

“I love you” to anyone again,

will never get to do

all the things they wanted to do,

will never get to hug

another family member again,

will never get to toast

to all the good things in life,

will never get to live

another day on earth,

but these aren’t bad things.

And I hope,

through all the pain and heartbreak,

that you celebrate

all the birthdays they didn’t get,

and you say

“I love you” when it’s needed,

and you do

all the things they never got to do,

and you hug

your family and their family,

and you toast

to all the blessings in life,

but most of all,

I hope

that you never stop speaking

about the memories they gave you,

because as long as their names

never leave our lips,

then our loved ones

will never truly be gone.


  • m.f.