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The heart is a wondrous, mighty thing. It won’t stop telling us what we need to hear. It keeps echoing. It keeps returning to the same thing. 141 more words
3 hours, 53 minutes
I love you, and I want to love you more, and always. Do you love me?
5 days, 13 hours
Here is what I want: not lavish things. I want to quit meeting dreams with a heavy sigh and all of this pausing, and I want to build, I want to play, I want to try. 44 more words
6 days, 13 hours
You’re in my head: heavy, hurried, humming, hazy, all like a summer day, and after the sun goes down, I can still feel its silky seeping into my skin. 25 more words
There is a river running through me that keeps me quite sure, despite disproving evidence in science and philosophy, that there is a rhyme to all of this, there is a story being told, there is something being orchestrated. 75 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
In these words may you find a little bit of sweet comfort and full understanding of my support, dear friend:
I believe in the whisper that I have heard, that there is such thing as healing. 111 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
I am not old, but I have made mistakes in love. Love is a dance of opening or not opening, and I have been foolish, at times, in choices of accessibility and exposure. 57 more words
2 weeks, 6 days