Ask yourself: Who is there for me when I need healing? Who is there for me when I need someone?
They will not heal you. They will not change. They will never change.
It took me a long time to realize that I deserve more. I deserve better.
Having sex with someone you love is passionate and wild, yet safe and secure.
I was wrong. There is no peace in pain. There is no fucking peace in pain.
Her steps are slow. She looks twice before crossing the street. Her face is slightly hidden from the world.
I vow to no longer feel responsible for the feelings of others.
It’s like the movie scene is playing on repeat. Again. And again. And again.
The unknown doesn’t scare you as much as it used to.
Loving you was young, and wild, and free.