It wasn’t until I was filling out my mental health evaluation that I realized how fucked up I am and now I feel sort of better and sort of worse
So this is my life What I look like All the words of mice and men
Ask me anything
I'm from a relatively small town in Georgia, but I go to George Mason University in Virginia.
I'm going to change the world.
I love to write. I love to read. I love to run.
I believe in the healing powers of movement, music, and good food.
Come talk to me!
I was really hoping to never have to go to caps
I’m just so fuckkng sorry
What the actual fuck is wrong with me
I just don’t understand what happened and everything keeps changing
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe. Andrea Gibson (via stolenwine)
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