I seriously wish I could take my mom’s cancer from her and give it to my dad instead. I don’t care if that makes me a bad person.
21, female, optimist.
I have too many questions, and almost never know what I want. currently being eaten alive by college.
Lots of tears today. Tomorrow will be better.
Last night, I went and saw Andrea Gibson perform. She was amazingly human and beautiful and alive, what more can I say?
Wreck-it Ralph was so good! Best date ever!! <3
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.