My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.
The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.
It’s a strange feeling when you’re really sick, you know like body aches, head pounds, can’t eat, dehydrated, throwing up kind of sick, and all you want is your mom to be there and take care of you. Because that’s what moms are “supposed to do”. Except I don’t want my mom to be here. at all. I just want someone to be here.
I just wanna be loved by you
stretch. shake. let it go.
this is what it feels like. i can’t breathe. and i can’t get out.
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm.