Yes, I may be quiet very often. But I’m quiet because I like to listen. And I listen because I genuinely care and want to know the ins and outs of your mind; of who you are. And I listen because that’s all I really want from someone else. I want to be loud and silly and serious and tell you all about myself. I crave that. But for now, I listen, until someone shows up in my life and asks me, “how are you, really?”
"It’s not your fault."
”Yes it is.”
"Well it doesn’t matter."
i’ve never broken a bone so i’m probably indestructible
Hair. Cut. Shorter. Eh.