i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture
I had w i n g s once, and they were s t r o n g. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.
A little tip. If you’re gonna flee the scene of the crime, take back roads.
my mom thought otp meant “oh, the pain.”
what’s the difference