I’m a mess. I’m fragile.
I’m a flower that got stepped on and lost a few of it’s petals.
But if you’ll have me, the patience to water me, pull away my weeds, and shed on me the warmth of the sun, I’ll bloom for you.
Be my sun.
I hate it when you are having a bad day and everyone takes it personally, like no i hate myself, not you. get the fuck over yourself.
wow i’m actually so glad this post has been made