So this is it

jenroski:

I think most people just want someone who will love and accepted their scary parts, and say, “I’m still here” after doing really stupid things.

fluent-in-lesbianism:

(Source: thatgayboy)

My heart still beats. For my family, for my friends, for the people I love. Even when it feels like there is a void that I am being sucked into to the point where my heart is being turned inside out. It still beats. Against the grain, against the tide, against my chest, it beats to the rhythm of healing. Slow, steady, constant. As long as I love I will never lose but as long as I love, I run the risk of that love not being returned. It’s a rough road, but my heart, she still beats.

joannasauru5:

“But if I lack love then I am nothin’ at all”

(Source: jobaf3tt)

I’m not pretending to know you. This is coming from a vulnerable place inside of me and whether or not you read this I feel like I need to try. This feels like you’re running away from me. This silence. When we got our tattoo I felt a very strong connection to you, like we were bound together somehow. I feel like I would be able to tell when you’re hurting or hiding or not there anymore. I don’t know where you went. Or if you left me but it feels like you’re trying to cut me off.

All I have is that. I guess what I wanted you to know is that it doesn’t really matter if you cut me off on your end, it won’t work as long as I’m still holding on on my end. You can’t erase me. You can move away from me and virtually disappear but I’ll never leave you. I’m in your skin, the same way you’re in mine. We are apart of eachother and there isn’t anything in this world that can change that. Even if you get it removed what remains is a scar, a beautiful remnant of a past you will never be rid of. Scars are permanent, and when you strip away the ink, that’s all a tattoo is really, It’s a scar, a beautiful scar that tells a story. Our story. And it isn’t over yet.

If you need space and time, I’ll give you miles and years. That’s the thing about songbirds, the sparrow will leave you with a song but will always find its way back home. I’m not the sort of friend you just let go of. Even if right now, you think I am.

I’ll love you forever.