So I met a guy. And it’s pretty great. Like, he’s romantic and charming and he makes me laugh. But there’s this hardened, bitter part of me that wants to push him away. I’m so conditioned to assume that anyone I let my guard down around is going to hurt me. Because pushing someone away is so much easier than letting them know you and care about you.
So are we all just going to collectively ignore what’s going on with Daniel Radcliffes’ hair?
I’m doing better, I think. Days seem to have meaning again.
Thank you loves. I’m glad people still look at my tumblr and care enough to say nice things :)
Today was the first day since my mom died in November that I felt like I could breathe. The first day that I didn’t feel like there were weights on my chest and rubber bands around my lungs. I could breathe.
Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you love. I needed this.
Just when you think things can’t get worse, when you’ve hit rock bottom, the floor falls out and you’re plummeting again and this time….you’re not sure if you’re ever going to make it out.