understand being nice to someone's face and then shit talking them behind their back. I don't understand not being upfront and forthcoming about your feelings of others. I don't understand people's words and actions not matching.
Don't talk to me touch me or say you can handle me if you don't know my scars If you can look at me and say I'm ok then don't speak to me about loving me I'm broken and I can't handle anyone playing with my heart again
Someone once told me to always live for the little things in life. Live for sunrises and sunsets where you'll see colors in the sky that don't usually belong. Live for road trips and bike rides with music in your ears and the wind in your hair.
The world doesn't need more people beating themselves up, making a bloody mess of theirs minds. There's quite enough of that and all it brings is more pain ~ The world needs more beautiful Souls like yours who choose to see the beauty in their scars, who