I hate that feeling when you see something and for that second, you feel your heart drop, and your throat swells up and you feel tears in your eyes and you just can’t speak. You can’t do anything but stare. And then it sinks in and it’s this unbelievable feeling in your chest. Like it’s collapsing on you. And all you can do next is cry.
fuck flowers bring me a bouquet of mozzarella sticks
- (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)
- Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via fuckinq)