It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes.
at least I’m alive, right?
you’re the one I think about at 3 am
We’re not the same person we were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. We’re constantly changing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life.
I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
periods help you learn how to get blood off of things which is probably why you hear more stories of men caught with murder