February 14, 2011


so turn it up, turn it up for the people that say, “we’re moving on, and we’ll be okay.”

I might lose my mind for a while, but I’ll be fine. Haven’t you heard, there’s this thing that heals and it’s called “time.”


I got a single eighth note tattooed on my wrist for a reason. I am an independent being. I need to love myself, I don’t need the validation of others to be happy. I am a capable, strong, resilient person. I’ll move on now.

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