die-ina-fire asked: ...where are you from?
my life consists of many,many potholes. but none are impossible to get around. nothing is impossible to overcome, i’ve just gotta keep reminding myself of that.
I’d like to feel you in other places besides in between my legs, Like in my heart.
I am a million fucking bucks.
There are so many fragile things after all. People break so easily. So do dreams & hearts.
I miss when pretending didn’t lead to disappointments. I used to think about things turning out the way I wanted. That I’d be happy. But everytime reality interferes and fucks it all up. Maybe i should pretend about disappointments. reality could fuck that up, And bring some success.
you watered the plant, why not stick around to see...
“you got the shit-end of the stick” I wont ever forget those 8 words you said. those 8 words you countlessly repeated. almost 2 years ago, two long years. you molded me. fear was all in my head. I learned I didn’t need you, because I can water myself. I want to thank you for leaving me to shrivel up &die. I learned to nurture myself. I’ll never forget you, or...
Sometimes people are beautiful. not in looks. not in what they say. just in what they are.