knowing
“I cannot bring myself to hate you. We held hands in our darkest hour. Shared kisses . Held our hearts like a fragile flower. As we tattooed our secrets underneath our skin. For I loved you once. That is something I will always remember.”
— What We Hold Now//Conee Berdera
My mom says Im hanging around the wrong crowd, but mom, I am the wrong crowd.
-how do u not see that

