We’re in love. But we’re young. So let’s meet again some day.
I was broken, and I had been for awhile. I sat there on the couch in sweat pants, my body unwashed and my hair unbrushed. I felt hopeless and terrified. I didn’t know what was wrong. I just knew the way I felt made life feel unbearable, like if I had to spend another second…
I’m a pain in the ass.
It won’t always be easy and that’s okay. Because I don’t need it to be. I just need you to stay.
You love him, but beautiful girl, don’t you ever let him rule you.
You’re beautiful, and you’re fucking powerful.
That’s what fighting did—it made people leave.
It wasn’t love, and It was never love, but the scariest part about it, is that I thought that it was.
My heart no longer raced in my chest, but it slowed down to the easiest beat imaginable.
He listened to me when I spoke, and held me while I cried.