bailey

My home will be a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no name calling, shaming or blackmail. My home will be gentle, it will be warm. It will keep my loved ones safe. No fear, no hurt and no worries. I may come from a broken and twisted place but I will build something whole and safe. I’ll sing in the shower again, cook with a smile and dance in all the rooms. I will heal.

I think the saddest moment is the crack you hear in someone’s voice when they are talking about something very upsetting but trying to be strong. Courage is underrated.

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?