Look for the sad-eyed girl with a wide smile. When you see her, let her know. Tell her the truth, Or the version she would like to hear… Tell her that he kept her waiting Because he’d been wrapping a special gift for her. Even though he showed up empty handed, tell her he tried his best:  he fought long and hard but the thieves took it away. Let her know that the short time he spent sitting by her meant the world to him. He got distracted by his IG timeline, three phone calls

Momma, I killed a girl today. I didn’t expect her to die when I aimed at her heart and pulled the trigger. But she didn’t survive Momma, I killed a girl today. She was no ordinary girl She was beautiful and strong… but confused. She thought she had everything figured out when the sun was out But at night, she was a terrified miserable little shadow. She hid at night, fighting the shadows of her past and Run away from the fear of light. She spent most of her time in regret and

I think as a child, my most repeated phrase was “When I’m eighteen, I’ll… (Insert whatever this world won’t allow a child to do)” The mystery of being older was irresistible to me and I grew up longing and waiting to be of age; to be free. Then I turned 18. I must’ve missed the memo because apparently 18 was not the real deal. Now I couldn’t wait to turn 21 because at 21, the world is laid at your feet and you are free to do whatever you want. I don’t even remember where I pi