Everyone has a story, don't be ashamed of yours. Love it. And write a sequel.
I don’t care about past stuff, or what’s going on now.
I love you.
And I love you. More than all the wings in the sky, more than all the fins in the sea.
I don’t understand how people could do it, how it could be so easy.. but then again, people can be people right
I think the hardest part is going from having someone who you shared everything with, from the smallest detail to the largest parts of what your heart holds, to having nothing. Not an answer. Not the person you thought you knew inside out. Who you thought would be here.. You’re left alone. With hurt. And questions far broader than any ocean could ever reach. Not a valid reason. Nothing.
And I want a tree tattoo. Because they’re strong. They withstand every season. Every weather. For years upon years. They provide homes, help us, help others, help everyone. I love them. And I think we could all learn a thing or two from one as funny as that may seem. So be a tree. Stand tall. And stay strong.