it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
I’m president of my school’s GSA and we’re going on a trip tomorrow where all (or at least most) the GSA’s on Long Island come and it’s just like a convention thing with informational and educational workshops about the LGBTQ community and I can’t wait. I love that I get to miss an entire day of class to be around gay people talking about gay things
I have so much love to give and I want to give it all to you.
rainy summer morning
okay this looks like literally the most perfect thing I could ever ever do omg my heart I want itttt ahhhh cant handle it rain + road trips + coffee it’s too much, too much i say