we can be mended.

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.

I may not be there yet, but i’m closer then i was yesterday.

A soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest, but the one that makes you feel the most. Who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

“too vague” writes my English teacher on my essay

I just want to pour my soul out to someone … To someone who will listen and understand … To someone who’ll accept me just the way I am.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain.