This is the time of year when
having a bleeding heart
is less about pain
and more about
possibility.
Here’s to coming to life again, friends.
Happy Easter!
xo
P.S. Last year’s bleeding hearts. And the year before.
by julie rybarczyk
DON'T BE A STRANGER
Hey there, I'm Julie—
hopeless hoper,
incessant wonderer,
freelance writer,
single mom,
and hardcore INFJ.
I'm doing my best
to be short on perfection
and long on grace.
Here's to betting
on each other, friends.
xo
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