Lost love is still love. it takes a different form, that's all. you cant see their smile. but when senses weaken, another heightens. memory. memory becomes replacement. you nurture it. you hold it. you dance with it.

Life has to end. love doesnt.

My mom said this to me:
god, im so happy for fabric with spandex. just shove in the jiggly parts and zip.

i replied saying:
unhealthy weight issues that'll make your teenage daughter turn anorexic.

I hate when every negative act is blamed on your period. sometimes beeeatchhhyyyness is just beeeatchhhyyyness, happily unattached to anything hormonal. it should get full credit.

Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how f'd up your parents made you.

&& i knew he was different when we were smoking weed and driving crazzyyy, and he slowed down, stopped and waited for the little kids to back away from the street.