Your Body is an Ocean: Love and Other Experiments

You would always say that our blood lines lay in the history of how we learned to love. I would disagree that just because we made each other bleed once in a while didn’t mean we actually loved each other

almost daughter. The little bit of left over hot chocolate in a cup that had long since been consumed

She was nothing but an almost lover, an almost friend, an

people grew apart better with pain than distance.