Julia&theGiantApple

I find less in God than I do in angels. To be an angel… Is that what’s wrong? Could I be an angel? Fallen, but for a reason. I’ll worship an angel. Terrifying and godly, open armed Angels. Take me.

I know you have an interview tomorrow so I'm going to let you sleep; BUT I want to wake you up and tell you about the dreams I have today and the fears I have today and how much I adore you.

And I ended up here. Love clumsily tumbled over heartbreak and brought me to Philadelphia. And I’ll cry into my own hands forever because they are the only hands that are true and comfortable. I love myself because I am the only one who has stuck with me for all of it and my brother's not here today. I’ll weep to myself because my parents didn’t care who I was to become and because the cockroaches don’t know or care who I am. And I’ll cry because Philadelphia cradles me like no man ever has. And empty cigarette boxes flood my purse and my thoughts. But that's okay because it's all okay.