And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear.

Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year.  (via coyotegold)

johnrulestheworld:

hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm

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