i used to write of love, i used to write of sadness, i used to write to get away, but i don’t any more. and it might seem sad, but it’s like saying you don’t need therapy anymore. it’ll always be here if i need it, i guess i’m just lucky… for now
i vowed
not to stoop to your level
i’m happy
… that i kicked you in the balls in 7th grade
“I am supergirl and i’m here to save the world, but who’s going to save me”
You told me that I couldn’t help everyone. That it was impossible. That I couldn’t make everyone happy. that I had to make myself happy first.
i told you that wasn’t true. i told you that i was going to try to make as many people as possible happy and that their happiness would in turn make me happy, but i have seen my future. in order for me to continue this kind of lifestyle, i need someone that is very strong to stay by my side. someone that will support me. that can carry me on their shoulders when need be. they don’t need to follow my path. i am the only one they need to take care of. i need someone that will love me through it all. that will be able to take it all and strive to love me though it all.
i just need someone who believes in me
victoria secret has come out with some ugly bras this year. these are nice, but their catalog has a couple of undergarments that make you think “are you trying to seduce them or trying to give them a stroke?”
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