I Still Have My Little Pink Bag With My Notes Because They Are A Memory I Never Want To Forget... Well...

so inspiring

Sometimes I get distracted. I’m talking with You - With family - With friends - And I forget, for a while. But suddenly - I remember. I remember what I am, And what I’ve done. And all at once, My smile’s gone -  Every time, I remember who I am.

broken poetry (via br-o-ken-poetry)

Every day that we didn’t speak felt like declaring war in a battle I didn’t want to fight.

Sylvia Plath (via october-tenth)

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An edit I made that means a lot to me cause •-•