barbed daggers
stabbing me in the eyes
warm arms
embracing me whole
paranoia over things that are normal or impossible. lots of what if's.
love is perfect it's good and you want to love someone but before it sprouts and grows you have to have trust and before that you need respect. and your respect only grows when you're around them, you respect their morals. from trust grows love. - grandma
is it my body dying, or is it my period?
