no, not until i am healed
the day i can forgive is the day i will put my pen down
and close my journal, tuck it back into its’ drawer
when your name stops tasting sour
when i can look back on the past and say
‘this broke my heart,
but it also made me better.’" - l.c. (via healinghurricane)
How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you while we were getting high?
this is how i would want my wikipedia article to end
Three women along the boardwalk in Blackpool, England. 1934.
*sees a dog* *gasps loudly*