Abby

I explained my hurt, and still got hurt, so I learned to stop talking.

Im fucking in love

when the sun comes up in the morning, consider your heart new and repaired. consider the rest of the day a blank page. meet the world with the thought of something good in mind.

tired of scrolling through tumblr I just want to bingeread books again like I’m 10 years old and my mom comes to get me for dinner and I’m confused because didn’t I just have breakfast? and she’s like no honey, it’s evening, did you read all day? then I spend the whole dinner thinking about how much I want to continue, and the next day at school I have my book with me and it almost feels like I’m secretly wearing my pajamas, like I took a piece of home and comfort with me into the outside world. a friend asks me to come over after school, but I’m thinking about the book in my little backpack, and tell her that I can’t — maybe tomorrow? and when I get home my mom makes me a glass of lemonade and smiles when she sees me disappear into the story; she remembers what it’s like to be a ten-year-old girl living in a fantasy world, and wishes she could escape the real world so fully again