She wiped the black spilling
from her eyelashes onto her cheek,
and in that moment, I wanted, I
needed, for magic to exist.
I wanted to peel back her lonely
skin and feel her sadness stare
straight into the blue inside my eyes.
I wanted and I needed it to know,
that I, I loved her too, and my god
I, I would fight for her.
Testy McTesterson (via hqlines)
I started writing again last night. I feel like my old self again.
Sometimes I regret being nice, apologizing when I didn’t do anything wrong, and for making unworthy people a priority in my life