not to trauma dump or anything but during the boston tea party, i was actually thrown into the boston harbor because they thought my body was tea. it was really scary. i almost drowned.
If having a chronic illness has taught me one thing about love, is that love is conditional. You can only be loved if you're able to supply something in return.
you can’t really say you “love” someone if you only love them when you want to. love isn’t something you can schedule. love doesn’t wait until you’re on break. you can’t love someone only when it’s convenient for you. real unconditional love is going through the good & the bad