We have probably wondered in our many lonesome moments if there is one corner in...– Henri J.M. Nouwen (via eviltwin-)
This isn't a pop song.
I’m sitting on my bed, underneath my polka dot ridden covers and immensely immature looking green dinosaur covered blankie and I just, I need to cry. I’m not saying its a bad thing, it isn’t at all. Because being able to cry is something I ‘bitterly love’. Imagine life without tears, wouldn’t that mean a life without happiness either? Because when there’s...