I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize that it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the inbetween bits; the gory bits of you and the gory bits of me.
Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
Anonymous asked: Hey Lauren! Haven't seen you on here in a long time. How's everything going for you, anything exciting lately?
Helloo! Yeah it’s been a while. Really good though, thanks! Just busy, what about you :)
Anonymous asked: Why do you take birth control?
Odd question, but I don’t.