Wish I could have held you, back then. I’d tell you that what happened to you wasn’t your fault. That the adults in your life were wrong. That what they did to you was not because of you. But because they were broken. Cut up versions of themselves. That they didn’t know any better, but they should have. That protecting you should have been their ( Read more... )

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moo.

i am making pastaaaaaaaaaa. womp. i hate you, tyler!

LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!

I'M AN ANGRY LION.

Tuesday mourning ( Read more... )

so elevated.

and to think....i almost forgot the feeling.

ode to puer tea. ode to love and God. and love of God. ode.

let me just say that the closing ceremonies were SO freaking crazy. wow. amazing. 

still in southern californication. there are only a few things i really missed about this place. the occasional small doses of family, knowing that i actually have friends within 20 miles of me [even if I don't end up seeing them], and the beach [which I have yet to visit since being down]. Everything else could probably burn in hell as far as I'm ( Read more... )

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