Welp, I love you. Still.
"The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame."
Waitin’ on that Sunday night phone call. Sadly, it’s always one of the best parts of my week.
Self-respect is so much more important than having a boy come spend the night with you.
Someone tell me this.
That awkward moment when you tell your father you have feelings for a married man, and he already knows.
Dating is stupid. Boys are stupid. I don’t know why the fuck I’m so upset about this. Probably because it’s not ABOUT this.