#235am

[regardingcomic]

2:35 AM est - I am awakened by scraping noises. Ms. Jackson is shaving the trim. And this is the look I get ... . #rabbits #seriously #235am https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl295uWuuRt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theamericanbandwhore]

How do I describe one of the greatest pains I’ve ever felt?

[fawkinboss]

How do you know if you're still not over something or if you're just reminiscing and remembering what was and what could have been

[celestial-escape]

Nothing feels better than showering and shaving at 2 AM and then going back under a fleece blanket ~

[thisisnotawritingblog]

She could not even trace a hint of love for herself.

She tried to retrace back to the very first time she recalled of love. It was a faded memory of her father. She could not remember much of it, for it felt like ages ago. But something stirred the love she thought she felt. He left her without a word. It was simply like leaving a mundane useless object unfitted for his journey.

She had been told that love can be easily felt and can be easily given. But those who said those words did not know how it felt to be left by the first person to show what love is. She was the type of girl, that once struck down, became more vulnerable.

Despite the love others poured on her, there was always something missing. There was always a vacuum inside of her; as much as others tried to fill it, they leave without success. Her heart was always empty.

It was easy for people to say, “You have a choice of turning your life around. You have a choice of loving if you wanted to.”

She knew her choices, but she could not approach them especially when there was not a trace of self-love at all. She could not possibly pour her heart out towards another being, when she can barely love herself at all.