I will always love the false image I had of you.

Only know you love her when you let her go.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

at WORK

morning

I remember when we used to talk everyday, I miss that.

There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.

I still love you, its just different now.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.