Learn how to be
lonely. Learn what it’s like to know
that you are coming home to

yourself night after night—
that empty is just another word
for open.

Kristina Haynes, The Love Not Poem (via aestheticintrovert)

Published by tianajohnson90

I am an oil-and-water combination of humor, ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, procrastination, and drive. I am an aspiring romance novelist who writes by the seat of her pants. Waging and sometimes winning a daily battle with procrastination, plots, characters, and the day job.

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