Yep…nope okay I need to go.
There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story.
In no particular order obviously. They all tear my soul apart.
Day 2 of post pond depression, and it still hurts too much. I’m going to ignore tumblr and force myself to do all my homework and not cry.
Guys, which one…
Look at you, glorious Pond. The girl who waited.