Freedom…
And it took every single day of sixteen years
for me to believe that I am not who you say I am.
I am who I decide to be.
And it took every single day of sixteen years
for me to believe that I am not who you say I am.
I am who I decide to be.
(Source: -oneofthosecrazygirls-)
I will never understand the logic of a closed minded person. The only conclusion I can ever seem to come to is that they fear what they do not understand.
Ask me what I want, what I look for in someone,
Take that, imagine the complete opposite,
and that is who I am in love with…
(Source: ashletsparty, via stay-pozitive)
You’re a runner.
It’s what you do. It’s all you’ve ever done.
Any chance of happiness, you run.
Any chance of want, you run.
Any chance that you may love, you run.
Any chance that you could be loved, and you run.
Any chance that you might care is gone before it can even begin.
You never stay
Suitcase heart,
Always fighting to sustain the mess of emotions within.
You’re a runner,
But I’m a runner too.
And every mile you run is another mile I’ll love you.
- j.
(Source: brutalgeneration, via adventureisouttherego)
This is a poem for the girl sitting alone on a bus
that took her from home to Chicago
and back.
She let everyone else on before she found her seat.
She was a gentlemen in a world
where ladies can be men
and can be beautiful
at the same time.This is for the sad people
(Source: buttholeproblems)
(Source: h0ll0w-bones, via stay-pozitive)