I grew up where I could see the stars, drinking sweet tea from a Mason jar. Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine. People on the porch watching fireflies
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& driving 'round the Wal-Mart on a Friday night. I'm just a small town girl.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else. HE. (via stayygone)
- Southern girl problems: Am I attracted to him or his truck?