Vice-versa, vice versus virtue Well who I am I choose through all the things I do

childhood is this: you suffer, you hate, you forget. you forget what it was but you never forget how it felt. you still hate and you still hunger for revenge. you didn’t think you would feel this way.

there’s bravery in being soft.

i’ll never find the strength to change what i need is this who i’ll always be?

My hatred turned to pity My resentment blossomed flowers My bitter tasted candy My misery was power

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Yearning on the timeline.

// HI remember last year when we had an ic pride get together thing happen? i think it’d be neat to do one again! would people be inch rested in that? please like and/or rt after voting so it spreads!!

A YEAR.

ACK.