Are we made up of this cocktail of dna, hereditary traits, and just enough (and by just enough, what I really mean is, too much to ignore) of a longing for our parent’s approval that no matter how much try not to, we slowly become them anyway?
they say when we die, our lives flash before our eyes i didn't hear the news until a month later and your life hasn't stopped flashing through my mind since swimming in the lake you in underwear since
interactions between strangers sisters.2 * * * your sister messages you on facebook he's in the hospital a stroke, they think you should come see him you take the ultrasound with you they tell you he
i don't feel like i have the same right to cry like maybe they can see that my tears are slightly more heavy than theirs maybe it's like how muscle weighs more than fat maybe anger weighs more than gr