So cuteee 😍 #sneakerwedge
Turning a year older here @ Vikings :)
Best part? NO SHARING 😍 #oreo #doublestuff #times3
Boyfran @brydejesus’ #firstworldproblems Bahahaha!!! #cantdecide #barbie 😩
We’re born into the world
As just one small piece to the puzzle
That makes up an entire life.
It’s up to us throughout our years,
to find all of our pieces that fit.
The pieces that connect who we are
To who we were
To who we’ll one day be.
Sometimes pieces will almost fit.
They’ll feel right.
We’ll carry them around for a while,
Hoping they’ll change shape.
Hoping they’ll conform to our puzzle
But they won’t.
We’ll eventually have to let them go.
To find the puzzle that is their home.
Sometimes pieces won’t fit at all.
No matter how much we want them to.
We’ll shove them.
We’ll bend them.
We’ll break them.
But what isn’t meant to be,
Those are the hardest pieces of all to accept.
The pieces of our puzzle
That just don’t belong.
But occasionally …
Not very often at all,
If we’re lucky,
If we pay enough attention,
We’ll find a
The pieces of the puzzle that slide right in
The pieces that hug the contours of our own pieces.
The pieces that lock to us.
The pieces that we lock to.
The pieces that fit so well, we can’t tell where our piece begins
And that piece ends.
Those pieces we call:
They’re all the pieces that complete our puzzles.
They line the edges,
Frame the corners,
Those pieces are the pieces that make us who we are.
Who we were.
Who we’ll one day be.
Up until today,
When I looked at my own puzzle
I would see a finished piece.
I had the edges lined,
The corners framed,
The center filled.
It felt like it was complete.
All the pieces were therespan>.
I had everything I wanted.
Everything I needed.
Everything I dreamt of.
But up until today,
I realized I had collected all
but one piece.
The most vital piece.
The piece that completes the picture.
The piece that completes my whole life.