mary. 25. simultaneously trying to grow up and never grow up. and failing at both.
party girls don’t get hurt - can’t feel anything, when will i learn?
and it’s not that i’m letting go of you, but i don’t know what to do
i dive deep when its ten feet overhead. i grab the reef underneath my bed. ain’t got no quarrels with god, ain’t got no time to get old. lord knows i’m weak, won’t somebody get me off of this reef?
I am little divided. Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind?
It’s times like these you learn to live again
what i don’t recall is why i said ‘i simply can’t sleep in this tiny bed with you anymore’
I read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous