learning to write love on my arms.

• 2012-04-29 0 notes

  i’ve always believed that i have to be like a stone because people chip away at me. so the stone has to be big enough so they would never reach the very heart of me. hope had become deadly because with hope came disappointment and crushing pain. but could you be telling the truth? can hope brig comfort rather than pain? can i crush these lies and find freedom?

  i’m willing to try.

  {i’m willing to hope}