drunksodapop

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

But we can pretend, can’t we?

This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again.

last night he told me he missed me, probably expecting me to run back into his arms like I used to. but I am not that girl anymore, I don’t need you to survive. I’m sorry but I’m not letting you back in, go break someone else’s heart

2017; you taught me more than I could handle. I learned love, loss, everything in between.

No one ever takes a photograph of something they want to forget.