Courtney Dercqu

#SundayFunday drinking my #saltedcaramelmocha!

Congratulations. This is a good thing.

My mother always told me growing up that it doesn’t matter how many friends you have, but the qualities of one. She said if you’re lucky to have just one friend, consider yourself lucky. And I do; I definitely do.

Because I’m not a mom, I feel like I can imagine what it would be like if I were to be one.

“It’s just that I miss him, all the time now.”

I view turning 25 the same way I did turning 21: full of life changes and exciting moments.

It’s Sunday morning. Your head is probably still spinning from last night.

One day, you’ll be too tired to travel around the world. Do it now.

When you decide to love again, each step is taken with premeditated caution. You no longer tread lightly. You no longer assume that this love will be different, because time has taught you otherwise so unmercifully.

She’ll say that she’s never allowed to have any fun. She’ll say that she’s always too protected, too sheltered.

Everyone undergoes a different path in life. Some are ready to be moms at nineteen, or twenty-five, or thirty-seven.

Each level of love will vary. Some will be true, everlasting. Some will be found in the most innocent forms. Some will destroy you.