If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.
The future gets no say in who we are.
How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?
Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.
Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.