bitterlove-sweethate
My mother always warned me about the boys who will want me for my body, and the boys who will try to change me.
My brother always warned me, about the jerks who won’t ever want me as much as I may want them.
My father always warned me, that I can’t get attached to the people who obviously aren’t going to stay.
But nobody warned me about the boy who would pick up all of my broken pieces and put me back together. Nobody warned me that his smile would cause riots inside of me, out of control. Nobody warned me that his voice would become my new favorite song. Nobody, nobody ever warned me that he would let me fall for him, and step back just in time to watch me hit the ground.
And most of all, nobody ever warned me, that he would walk away, but come back with a box of band-aids and whispered apologies that would heal every scrape and bruise that my fall had caused.
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narryorwhat:

[20 years later]

daughter: can i paste posters of my fav band on my wa-

me: YES

me: i meAN YES OF COURSE

me: LETS GET A THOUSAND

me: WE CAN COVER EVERY LITTLE SPOT IN YOUR ROOM IF YOU’D LIKE

me: HOW MANY POSTERS DO U HAVE

me: WHAT DO U MEAN ONLY 4

me: WE NEED TO PRINT OUT FROM GOOGLE

me: WHICH ONE IS YOUR FAV

me: DO U WANT A CUT OUT TOO

me: HERE’S MONEY TO MERCH

me: AND ALBUMS