February, be good to me.

Sorry tumblr, disappeared for awhile. Things aren’t going so great, but they aren’t going too bad. I just have a lot to think about.

As dark as it may be, you have a light.

I will love you, I will.

You will love me, you will.

Anonymous asked: He beat you up, baby. He smacked your shit.

I don’t exactly understand what point you’re trying to make?

Baby, I’m beginning to see the light.

I don’t know what to do. I believe him, I trust him, but I just want to hear something that’ll make me feel better.