Some form of twisted reality.
"So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide."
"She is not mine. I don’t think she could ever be anyone’s. She doesn’t want to be owned. That’s what I love most about her."
letters my grandpa wrote about my grandmother (via imjust-a-girl)