Wordsmith with a bad case of wanderlust & a penchant for climbing trees & mountains. Atheist. Rebel. Sapiosexual. Self-believer. Unbreakable. Infinite.
The shouts & screams kept getting louder & louder as salty tears rolled down my cheeks. I tried to drown them out in my mind
Don’t be an apology, girl. You are somebody’s dream. But, be a nightmare for this pervert. Be a warning. Be a danger. Be a lesson that he will never dare to forget.
It’s been eleven years, six months & eleven days since you’re gone, yet I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in the
“Stop being such a cry-baby.” “You’re not the only one with problems.” “Get over it.” There is no dearth of unsolicited advisors