rm drake

The truth just hurts less when it is not parading around in front of us. See, I only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor. I mean, why is it always about burning? We never did find that bridge. Never did burn it down.
—  Sabrina Benaim, How to Unfold a Memory

She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best.

She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.

—  r.m. drake