We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.
Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?
you don’t owe nobody shit but your loyalty. good company and constant truth. everything else is choice, not everyone deserve it all.
if you want to get something done, do it yourself. it’s something i had to learn early. nobody loves you until the world does.
You still cross my mind from time to time and i mostly want to punch you in the face because you were a fucking twat
And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.