Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
You won’t find it in her weakness; you’ll find it in yourself.
Climb cautiously—but don’t do it for me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map