Cady. 19. No, I'm not from Africa.
"One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?”
— Steve Maraboli (via versteur)
"I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when Iʼm not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things Iʼve done behind their back.
I have a hamper thatʼs over flowing with really, really loud mistakes
and a grave yard in my closet.
Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.”
Rudy Francisco, My Honest Poem (via expresswithsilence)
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