when my babes gets out we will be going to a fancy fucking hotel ordering some fancy food and then drinking and smoking this, staying up all night making up for all this lost time we have had. Then after all that I finally get to sleep in his arms
just some little things I’m holding onto which helps me get through the bad days, all this pain is only temporary
People change, yard lines don’t.
You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don’t have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.