but now - for the first time - i find my own face interesting. like i’ve stepped out of the shadows of my own shelf; like the curtain i used to hide behind has been, finally pushed back.
i’m here. right here.
look at me, i seem to scream without speaking.
I can do anything I want.
Be with anyone I want.
And it’ll be my choice.
“I’d rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.”
favorite girls ☆ juliette ferrars
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
And for the first time in my life, willing to admit that I’m angry.
It’s liberating.






