It has been a year since I last cried after my dad’s death. I put myself a wall right after the hurt, pain, and sadness. I promised to myself I wouldn’t cry anymore… That I would be strong. That I’ve moved on… But why am I still crying to this day? Why is it that when I think i’ve moved on, reality checks in and my walls are down all over again? It hurts. My heart aches like i’ve just been stabbed by a knife. I want to die, I want to join his world. But I know he wouldn’t want me to do that. I know he wants me to stay strong and keep walking forward. And when the day comes that I get to see him again, I’ll be more than glad, because I’ve made him proud.
Anonymous asked: oh, that's cute! i thought it would be like "quinn" haha
haha, nah I wish. :c
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this
Yes!
LISA IS A POLYAMOROUS BISEXUAL
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THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SEPARATE FRAMES I HAVE WANTED TO SEE THEM FOREVER
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