If you don’t get lost, how will you ever be found? I know the process of becoming is confusing and painful but I need you to hang in there. You are unraveling into something magnificent. Don’t give up even though you feel overwhelmed. Beautiful things are being born inside your struggle. You cannot fathom the art your soul is making, but I believe one day you will see that all the seasons of being broken were the moments you truly became whole.
I know it doesn’t make sense, but I have faith in you. I have faith in your story. Breathe, and keep going. You will be found. You will become. You will bloom.
no one understands that rape isnt always stereotypical. It isnt always a random person off the street that hold a gun to your head, or someone that leaves once hes finished, someone whos face you never even saw. Sometimes its your exboyfriend. Sometimes its as simple as you not having the strength to push him off of you, while you beg for him to stop. Crying. you should have seen it coming. It was your fault. I wish it was a stranger. I wish i didnt love my rapist. i was the stereotype
Two things I’ve asked you never to do. Ignore me, or leave me alone. You did both. So don’t you dare judge me or ask me why.
Why aren’t there more posts on here about the Scooby Doo movies? Because seriously
I smoked cigarettes for about a week last summer and I remember when you told me I shouldn’t be smoking them.
You told me someone may need me when I’m older and I won’t be around because nicotine kills.
My heart sank all the way down into my stomach and I had the urge to vomit up my own heart because I wanted nothing more for you to say you will need me when we’re old.
I’ve picked up smoking again and a part of me hopes you’ll tell me to stop but I have to keep in mind that if you cared you would do so.
We use to talk about our future together and how we would be together but now I’m not really sure you want a real part in it anymore.
Maybe I was just caught up in the moment and the promises of forever.
I don’t believe in the word “forever” anymore and I don’t want it either. It’s nothing but a broken promise that hurts.
What made me think I wanted a forever?
SOMEBODY IS PLAYING A PIANO AND IT’S MIDNIGHT HERE WHY
UPDATE: I FIGURED OUT THEY’RE PLAYING “MY HEART WILL GO ON”
UPDATE: I JUST OPENED MY DOOR AND YELLED “JACK” THE MUSIC STOPPED AND I CAN HEAR SOMEBODY RUNNING DOWN THE HALL ABOVE ME SHOUTING “ROSE” OMG
CAN I SHIP IT
No, itll sink
Girls are not machines that you put kindness into until sex falls out.
Just my edit
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