I am myself.

What happens when he actually treats you right, though? Will you both live happily ever after? Or will you push him away and not trust him? You’re so used to being stabbed by the ones that you love that now you’ve become the one who’s holding the knife.

things i’m a hoe for:

doctor: well we don’t have a cure for “insatiable lust for pasta” but i’m going to prescribe you zoloft because clearly something is wrong and i don’t care enough to find out what

Do you think I am one of those who mend hearts, deliver the soul, and drive out suffering? I am certain I am more capable of provoking disillusion and disgust. I have little skill in healing, although I have sometimes tried it.

I believed not in God (…) but in mermaids.