28 minutes agoMay 18, 2013
Be merciful until you can’t be.
Until you feel your heart begin to harden
into a bullet.
Then use that bullet.
my grandma put a little piece of her birthday cake in the garbage can and i was like why the heck did you do that and she said “it’s important to leave some for the raccoons because what if it’s a raccoon’s birthday and no one remembers??”
I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford