I will try to find my place in the diary of [Jane].

Nov 13, 2011 21:17

That butterflies in your stomach, twist in your gut, afraid to look but wanting to more than anything feeling, anticipation, it's nice to know you can still get that, whether or not the end result is different these days. Some things never do change, even when everything does.

It's not so abstract when you can feel the tiny slivers and jagged edges of where your heart actually broke once upon a time. it's not a fairytale in the clouds, it's a roadmap across your body. whether it's scars, tattoos, wrinkles, or makeup, it seems more comforting this way.
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