no one person has loved me as much as my mama, fought for me as much as my dad, and supported me as much as my brother.
and to think i cried over damaged friendships and mean boys.
understanding where you come from can save you.
May 24th with 3 notes | reblog
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
K. Vonnegut
May 19th | reblog
May 19th | reblog



