I am more than: my relationship status. My job. My age. My sexual orientation. My degree or lack of. My last name. My appearance. My gender. My sex. My short comings.
I am: rusted thoughts. A bloody tongue. Every city I have breathed in. Every bedroom I have loved in. Piles of words. Twisted metaphors. My thoughts. My actions. My dreams.
And I am not looking to be loved. I am looking to be seen.by
I Am Not | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
this is very true but i still forget about this often
Super excited to go home this weekend for fall break and see my fam and my pups( mostly my pups)
My sister sent me this text today about her and her boyfriend,
"We were talking about how we had the best moms and I said I have the worst dad and he said well he was the best at one point and you’ll see him again and he’s going to apologize to you for fucking up and if I get there first I’m gonna tell him that he needs to tell you he’s sorry and that he he missed out on the most beautiful girl in the world "
And I view him so lowly because he’s older than her and an alcoholic but he has a good heart and I hope someday someone will see as much beauty in me as he sees in her