embyr91

i have heard that every woman is either ophelia or the queen, either too much or not enough, either drowning or swimming, either dying from grief of living with guilt. but i have run past enough finish lines in my life to know that sometimes you give up and sometimes you keep going until your legs hurt and your lungs bleed. what i mean is that i used to forget that there once was a version of me that did not know the twelve shades of blue in your eyes or what words to use to describe them. what i mean is that i still catch myself thinking about that time i saw you singing in your kitchen with your hair down, dancing around to the radio