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it hurts, the pain. I want to scream, i want to tell someone. but who would understand, the answer is that no one understands how i feel. for all my fears. for it is my own self i am afraid of, afraid to give up, to call it quits. he comes close and holds me in his arms stroking my head as i cry. "I' m fine," i sniffle out. " i know, "he says into my hair..................- Z
“We both just stood there. I let the breeze brush against my skin, the sun release the tension in my muscles. It was as close as I had felt to God in a long time. "It's like we're praying," Celeste whispered. "Only we're not saying anything.” ― Nancy Rue, False Friends and True Strangers
I saw the blood and broke down. No wonder he didn't want me to see it. The memories were too horrible. I sank to the ground and covered my mouth, preventing a scream. I turned and looked at the open door. He wasn't outside. I prayed he was alright. After 10 minutes, I saw him running back. "Gabs, I told you to stay upstairs." He whispered when I noticed he was bleeding. I was too weak to move. Even though he was hurt, he pick me up and carried me to my bed. This is why I loved him.