Werecoyote

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

                                   you’re broken, you’re lost, you’ve won, but at what cost?

Michelle K., Earning Your Roar (via allexsheathes)

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what do i do about this? what do you want me to do, okay, just – scott just tell me how to fix this alright? PLEASE just tell me, what do you want me to do? 

“do you wanna babysit? i got a few other girls who babysit for me, think i’m cute and want a free tattoo,” he snorts, finally setting her down and sending her off. “you wanna? she’s not a handful. it’s the boys that get into shit all the time.”

   ❝ it’s probably the daddy kink. ❞ yes, malia, because that’s what a daddy kink is. wanting to date a father. ❝ i, uh...i’m not good with kids. haven’t been for a while; not since i was one. ❞

his arms stay tight around his daughter, trying to keep her from running off again. she was a pretty complacent toddler, much more so than her brothers had been. “do i look like i have the money for nannies? she’s got like, three parents and her momma’s boyfriend, she’s fine.”

     she looks at the child, and for a moment, a memory flashes across her mind; laughter, squeals of delight, her sister running across the grass, a doll. a second later it’s gone, and she’s empty again. a cough of composure passing through her lips, ❝ threaten someone to be the babysitter. blackmail works better than cash, anyways. ❞