I hate it when the news is like “at least one American killed” or “two Americans killed”.
People were killed. It doesn’t matter where they’re from. It’s a tragedy.
Please just come back…
"So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten."
— Upward over the mountain
- Iron and Wine
I thought I deserved to be loved. For a minute, I really thought…
It’s strange how being away from someone can obscure your image of them.
I’m beginning to wonder if the obscured image is the more accurate one.
3pm and im still in bed. At least my dreams are like movies. In one I was in trees with a monkey who helped me climb. In another I sliced a rapists throat open with a broken wine bottle… In another I died for someone I love. I could do this all day.