Kayla Kostyniuk

I would tell her that her mistakes and messy moments will not define her, and that forgiveness begins inside the walls of her ribcage.

Many of the people we end up loving and choosing will not have the capacity to love and choose us back.

The day I met you – no, the moment I met you — I just couldn’t help myself. I went and built a home for you in my chest within the walls of my ribcage.

Trust that the best days of your life are still on their way to you.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in the way they stirred your spirit and made you feel alive.

Three years have passed since you left your earthly bodies and gained your angel wings among the clouds; 1,095 days, 26,280 hours.

Who gave you the right to crash into my life?

The love I so courageously put forth will surely circle back and surround me entirely. I just have to keep hoping, keep loving, and keep believing in the goodness that is still out there.

Give me your fears, your failures, your imperfections.

i sleep, and the sickness sleeps with me.

did you honestly think i was a low-rent motel? run-down and worn out, offering cheap hourly rates and welcoming anyone with a pulse? no.