I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being treated like I am the worst person in the world because I have to take care of my mental health before I take care of other people. I’m done having to say sorry to people who don’t understand what I am going through. I’m done apologizing for taking care of me.
I’m pretty certain that men and women are both hot. Nothing confusing about that.
“Women ok with being stupid. I’m not saying you have to be a genius, but I have a thirst to learn things.”
She is the type of woman that will bleed into your veins as she speaks, for she is what brings you to life.
I can’t keep hoping you’ll be this person I know I deserve.
She is going to leave you. Not because of the things you did, but because of the things that you didn’t do. She is going to leave you. Not because of things you said, but because of the things you never said.
My grandmother never taught me to be scared. She was light, and laughter… a pen pal, a side kick. My Peter Pan.
When night fell I stumbled in the dark
I thought you’d give me a hand
Or maybe instead just hold mine in it.
And therein taught me lesson five
On lighting my own candles
When you miss him, ask yourself what you’re really missing. Is it really him?
I need to let down my guard and give you my scars. I need you to wrap your love around me and heal the wounds that have left my heart battled and bruised. I need you, I am yours.