I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
i refuse to not let it go and i have the right to
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
An enemy can never slice scars into your heart; you do not care what they think. The scars were left by people we love and thought loved us the most, after betrayal and deceit.
sudden urge to burst into tears. im not a toddler i just agree with their beliefs
![[ID: How can you make light of what you have done to me? / You have left all my body scarred in little ways, my back, my / throat, my hands. There is a scar inside my mouth where / once you stabbed a hairpin through my cheek. I am like a / ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with / your name, so many times it has become illegible.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0829fc9ab83b0db0bdc20b6e0444b3bf/b493c14f6a163847-b4/s500x750/8d1257e5a73cb74dd472b8aa843ded85061e4207.jpg)
my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.