Time passes even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. it passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls. but pass it does. Even for me.
Bianka | 15 | Australia
*This blog may be triggering*
I do not promote self harm, suicide or any form of self destructive behaviours.
Bianka | 15 | Australia
*This blog may be triggering*
I do not promote self harm, suicide or any form of self destructive behaviours.
