And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via larmoyante)
I used to think you were the sun.
but now I know
you’re not the sun,
because the sun always comes back each day no matter how hard the storm hit earlier.
except you never came back,
and then I realized that
maybe you were the storm all along.
a.m.n. (via myunabridgedthoughts)